Cheesy special effects rule the day in this ludicrously gory, subpar entry into the teen slasher genre. While Final Destination may boast an intriguing, almost existential premise -- a high-schooler learns that he literally can't cheat death -- writer/director James Wong disposes of any lingering threat of intelligence within the first ten minutes. Instead of tense plotting and suspenseful dread, Wong cuts to the chase, presenting one elaborate, convoluted death scene after another without any attempt at build-up, or for that matter, logic. What could have been a dark, mysterious horror flick with overtones of the supernatural quickly degenerates into a routine slasher film, the only wrinkle being that the unseen slasher in question is Death, and he's not a particularly efficient killer. Worse yet, lead Devon Sawa conveys none of the panic or fear necessary for convincing thrills: apparently performing on heavy sedatives, he vacantly leaves his mouth hanging open in just about every scene. The only suspense in Final Destination comes from wondering when and if Sawa will drool on-camera.