The film showers you with gore while dumping a motor engine in your lap and poking you in the eye with a burnt stick.

The characters are crash-test dummies, with dialogue to match. Yet Eric Bress' script is mockingly self-aware, framing the film as the ultimate example of violence as entertainment.

For me, this has always been a series of films that, other than a couple of inventive kills and one insanely choreographed opening sequence, has always been more or a less a waste of time.

The actors all do well enough for the roles they’re given, but the film chooses to focus more on the deaths and frequent premonitions rather than character development, leaving the characters flat and uninteresting.