Eons better than any franchises SIXTH INSTALLMENT has the right to be. Paced like a gunshot and with just as much kick to it, Final Destination: Bloodlines simply works. The prior installments could fairly be labeled “up their own ass” in of the masturbatory deference given to the exceedingly convicted meta narrative mythology underpinning the whole saga, fortunately, Bloodlines does away with that for most part, save for a touching, tasteful send off to the Todd father himself. More than…

Oh my god, this is so bad, like, laughably so. It is an ugly, unpleasant assault on the senses from a studio that seems to have lost all sense of good taste and judgement. Movies should not look like this, they shouldn't sound or transpire like this either. This left me defeated. I am always the first person to latch on to any and all tangible positives I can, but with this I simply cannot. There is nary a salvageable…