I love to watch teenagers die horrible deaths. In fictional movies, not like in person or in a snuff film. It’s this love for underage maiming that got me into the “Final Destination” series. The movies can easily be broken down as follows: First one took itself way too seriously, but was original. Second one poked fun at itself, but got a little too Rube Goldberg. The third one stopped giving a shit, and the fourth one stopped giving a shit, but in 3D.