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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I remember the early days of IMAX? Before, when there were only three or four theaters scattered throughout the main cities, each with an hour in 3-D show? Remember how the movies were some variations on two children who travel back in time to the Paleolithic era, with sweeping shots of some breathtaking views (as Africa through New Mexico) and the attack too often T-Rex? Of course, children could not act, and the film is not so much a story as an excuse for 3-D, but the presentation was decent, the format was inventive and assured the huge, face-sized glasses that enough stuff that jumped through the screen.
I feel the same way about the final destination. It is not really a movie, or rather, not a real movie, but it is a hugely entertaining carnival ride elaborate, three-dimensional bloodshed. It's hard to say if the filmmakers took the 3-D as a license to avoid things like history and performance, but beyond the narrative does not exist and uninspired acting, kills is perfectly orchestrated to deliver a harrowing, laughter inducing Gore, splashing back into the audience through 3-D glasses.
The story assumes that you know the drill by now. A group of attractive young women survive some horrible accident thanks to a premonition of chance, only to be psychic pursued by the unstoppable force of death that so ironically avoided. The type of mythology that used to carry an entire movie to figure out now is communicated by a character saying: "We stayed up all night looking at Google and premonitions of death and it works like this ... "The Final Destination begins with a group of friends at a NASCAR event, one of them, Nick has the vision required of an accident causing epic as unlikely a series of explosions that killed tens of grinding, cutting, burning, impalement and decapitation of the errant tire. And, of course, all this happens through some extremely in-your-face 3-D. The vision ends, the group runs out, taking with them some other survivors, and spent 80 minutes following re-kill them in dynamic, if somewhat repetitive forms.
I feel the same way about the final destination. It is not really a movie, or rather, not a real movie, but it is a hugely entertaining carnival ride elaborate, three-dimensional bloodshed. It's hard to say if the filmmakers took the 3-D as a license to avoid things like history and performance, but beyond the narrative does not exist and uninspired acting, kills is perfectly orchestrated to deliver a harrowing, laughter inducing Gore, splashing back into the audience through 3-D glasses.
The story assumes that you know the drill by now. A group of attractive young women survive some horrible accident thanks to a premonition of chance, only to be psychic pursued by the unstoppable force of death that so ironically avoided. The type of mythology that used to carry an entire movie to figure out now is communicated by a character saying: "We stayed up all night looking at Google and premonitions of death and it works like this ... "The Final Destination begins with a group of friends at a NASCAR event, one of them, Nick has the vision required of an accident causing epic as unlikely a series of explosions that killed tens of grinding, cutting, burning, impalement and decapitation of the errant tire. And, of course, all this happens through some extremely in-your-face 3-D. The vision ends, the group runs out, taking with them some other survivors, and spent 80 minutes following re-kill them in dynamic, if somewhat repetitive forms.
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