In my defence, it was she who must be obeyed who wanted to go and see Final Destination 5. As expected, she spent half the movie with her head buried in my shoulder. Unexpectedly, I enjoyed myself enormously.
The premise of every Final Destination films is the same. The movie starts with some catastrophe, and a bunch of assorted people that you never really care about cheat death. Death is not happy and spends the remainder of the movie claiming back the lives, usually in an inventive and extremely gory manner.
It can be extremely gruesome; but this is not some sudden shock affair. You get fair warning that someone is about to take the fall (cue she who must be obeyed disappearing into my shoulder), the only issue being the method by which they will die, and it is not always what you expect.
The script is occasionally witty and I found the death scenes almost universally hilarious. She who must be obeyed kept telling me that it was not meant to be funny; but I think that it was, and anyway what did she know because she hadn’t been watching. Best of all was death by massage parlour; but I won’t spoil the fun by telling you what happens.
Dumb fun for a Wednesday afternoon.