A knowing mélange of recognizable genre tropes bordering on shopworn cliché, with little else introduced to the equation to justify its existence.
If it can’t reconcile all that’s presented in its too-brief runtime, that’s largely because its situation, much like the dissonance between those involved, is comprehensibly irresolvable.
One of the great teenage horror films is ushered onto Blu-ray with a sense of long overdue and decidedly fan-centric respect.
Fake or real, Full Battle Rattle just doesn’t cut it.
Death is a many splattered thing in Final Destination 3 and the lowest common denominator responds to it with delight.