Review: Final Destination – Bloodlines
Final Destination: Bloodlines is that rare horror revival that not only honours a franchise’s legacy but elevates it by confidently reimagining its core philosophy. Instead of depending solely on shock value or elaborate death sequences, the film introduces an unexpectedly emotional dimension: death as a generational curse. Here, fate doesn’t merely stalk a group of strangers, it coils itself around a family still traumatised by a decades-old tragedy. This shift lends the film a sense of thematic depth that the series has rarely, if ever, explored. The story opens with a stunning, retro-set disaster sequence in the 1960s. A glass-bottomed observation deck collapses in an elegantly choreographed chain reaction, both beautiful and horrifying. This event becomes the origin point of a curse that stretches into the present day, haunting Stefanie and her family across generations. By positioning the premonition as an inherited burden, the film intelligently weaves together ideas of fate, tra...
