Final Destination (2000) provided a welcome variation on the serial killer formula with its story about eight people who narrowly avoid dying in a plane crash only to be snuffed out individually by an irate Grim Reaper. This sequel transfers the premise to the interstate: en route to Daytona Beach, a high schooler (A.J. Cook) has a premonition of a horrific pileup and saves herself and seven others—for the time being, anyway. As in the first movie, the main character is astoundingly perspicacious at deciphering the finer points of “death's design,” and the plot is just a delivery system for a series of gruesome, convoluted, and—depending on your tolerance for sadism—hilarious freak accidents. David R. Ellis directed. 100 min.