Review | Final Destination: Bloodlines movie review – 6th film in horror series as deadly as ever
MRI scanners and vending machines are used to kill characters in creative ways in long-awaited gorefest that follows the franchise formula

3/5 stars
The Grim Reaper returns for Final Destination: Bloodlines, the sixth instalment in the popular horror franchise in which fate intervenes, accidents await and the innocent tend to be ripped apart.
Fourteen years after the last film, this return feels welcome. It is certainly not aiming to reinvent the wheel, though. It sticks rigorously to the franchise formula of horrifying deaths, which usually result from the most benign situations.
Still, there is something intoxicating about the carnage of Final Destination movies.
This one starts with a flashback of sorts as 1950s mum-to-be Iris (Brec Bassinger) visits a restaurant at the top of a sky-high tower.
No prizes for guessing that this gleaming new building is about to come crumbling down, sending dozens to their deaths. But this is a typical Final Destination ruse; it is a recurring nightmare for Iris’ granddaughter, Stefani (Kaitlyn Santa Juana).