12 Horror Sequels You Should Die Before You See

If you took The Omen, quadrupled the number of gory kills and eliminated any semblance of logic or restraint, you’d have the Final Destination franchise, which if nothing else gave us a new subgenre – ‘Slaughter Porn’, where the sole element of interest is anticipating the next bloody setpiece.

Once again, Death has designs on a group of interchangeable teenagers who’ve somehow thwarted his plans and, once again, he has no use for subtlety or narrative tension. In a movie with no shortage of hilariously OTT kills, the best has to be the guy who gets his hand stuck in the garbage disposal while the microwave explodes, the room catches fire and the windows slam shut.

The climax involves a huge explosion, a drowning and a baby being delivered (!?), so it’s safe to assume the filmmakers weren’t aiming for sophistication and nuance, but even by this franchise’s standards, Final Destination II packs enough laugh out loud moments as to constitute an abdominal workout.