Final Destination 5
The production values are so shitty, the kerning on the initial credits is amateur hour. Includes some Tony Todd cameos, for continuity.
The cast are just random people, some even Canadians:
- The main couple: artistic protagonist, and sensitive but conflicted girl
- The beta couple: a confident Dave Franco lookalike, and her girlfriend/intern
- The black guy
- The sassy sexy minx
- The idiot dweeb
- The horrible boss
- The lucky number eight
The couple are the opposite from one another. A bunch of people die in gruesome ways, you know the drill.
This time, Tony Todd tells them they can murder someone so that death can skip them. The Dave Franco guy gets a gun, and it turns into a crime thriller for a couple minutes. Then the gruesome deaths restart.
For more continuity, the living couple go to Paris on the same plane that crashes in the first film. The airplane falls on top of the final black guy, that murder thing was just bullshit. Everyone dies anyway.
To make The Office reference more explicit, they work in a paper company. The script has some gems of pure stupidity.
They are called tits!
Suck it, Erin Brockovich!
So much stupidity in small things too. The fancy chef restaurant is playing punk music. The protagonist employee strolls through the front door, like a customer. He then prepares a desert for his girlfriend, on the restaurant itself, but they keep all the candles lit, with the big window. Complete insanity.
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