A thrilling death ride!
The tragic and over the top intro mayhem, here, takes place in a theme park and sets the tone for a carnivalesque sequel. The writers are getting more superficial, the effects more ambitious; though not always convincingly polished, and the actors are effervescent. The cast was renewed again, for better or worse, and assigned paper thin personas hard to bond with.
It’s a little sexier, much dumber, immature, and it bends the gimmick’s rules. Somewhat a copy/paste of the original film, Final Destination 3 eventually meets a dead end. Since Tony Todd, the only face we can attribute to the Reaper, isn't showing up, any hope for backstory is loss. There is no mystery left to explore. Continuity is from now on hindered and any attempt at a procedural is futile.
The kills are getting creative and edited in a way to feel parodically stretched. The gore is extreme, imaginative, and feels earned because build-up is well paced. This is still a high budget production but one that takes many shortcuts. We’re losing layers, actors, characters, locations, and our connection to the original story; therefore getting a simpler, quintessential slasher in return.