Vapid, pointless and wholly predictable.

In its own morbid little way, this is very much a stand-up-and-cheer -- or shriek, as the case may be -- kind of film.

Once more, Wong raises questions of fate and predestination and, while throwing in a tasteless reference to 9/11, fails to address them. It's an orgy of cheerful carnage with no context or purpose and, worst of all, no suspense.

The absolute scenes of Wong’s opener set on a wonky rollercoaster [but] it's a little sluggish, otherwise, with Mary Elizabeth Winstead’s Wendy doing my head in a bit. In a series that delights in silliness, she’s just too much.