A sequel to the most obscure movie ever to make $50 million, Final Destination 2 opens with a horrific traffic accident, which seems apt since what follows is the cinematic equivalent of rubbernecking. For no apparent reason, a young woman (A.J. Cook) has a premonition about the crash and saves a group of potential victims. But much like the airline-disaster survivors in ”FD1,” these lucky souls are soon hunted down by death.
The only pleasure to be derived from the resulting carnage comes from the Rube Goldbergesque chain reactions that precede each fatality (one involves pigeons, a nitrous oxide tank, and a sheet of glass). Sadly, everything else about the film is also deadly.