This latest instalment is one of the best in a consistently entertaining series: everything from garden rakes and wind chimes to garbage compressors and intimate body piercings are weaponised in eye-watering fashion. It’s an absolute blast.

This is also the series at its best ... [T]he Bloodlines filmmakers have found a way to reinvent the Final Destination wheel — and then promptly crush someone’s head with it.

Maybe the best explanation I can offer for the success of Final Destination is this: It's funny 'cause it's true. When you die, you probably won't go squish, but you'll go, and so will everybody else.

Bloodlines is, above all, a tribute to horror cinema as a bloody clockwork mechanism, to a franchise that never needed masks or knives, and to an actor who knew, until the very end, how to give death an unforgettable voice. [Full review in Spanish]