Death goes dogging everywhere, and now it's in 3-D.
This latest instalment of the franchise finds another young man (Bobby Campo) plagued with premonitions of bloody disaster, and the film keeps cheating by revealing the carnage to be a dream: the first sequence alone, an accident at a speedway stadium, comes on like a cartoon Armageddon. The film-makers' inventiveness with each death is at once camp and heartless; every scene is so heavily loaded with the potential for violent calamity that after a while one's cynical laugh turns to a weary "whatever..."
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