There’s a strange kind of pleasure in watching a sequel like Final Destination 2. It’s not exactly about jump scares or traditional suspense, but about a morbid anticipation built around the certainty that something terrible is going to happen — and that there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. The film follows the same premise as the first, but it expands the idea by turning a highway pile-up into a scene of pure chaos and tension, unfolding with grotesque precision.…
