Often listed as the classic horror movie of the early 2000s, 28 Days Later hasn’t lost its potency as a compelling study of toxic rage, the patriarchy, and Bill Hicks’ thesis that human beings are “a virus with shoes”.
The Final Destination killer has no cumbersome backstory, no narcissistic mother waiting in the shadows, no daughters/sons unaware of their parentage. It has no Achilles heel. It has everyone in its sights and no one – virgins and geeks are in just as much danger as cheerleaders. The rules are simple, without caveats: if you are a character in a Final Destination movie, you are going to die.