Branson Reese’s review published on Letterboxd:
Upon returning to this I was confronted with how special this movie is to me. A beautiful rain-soaked early aughts world where everybody understands and on some level respects death's bizarre and weirdly sporting plan. None of it makes sense and anytime the movie starts to suspect you're onto how full of shit it is it explodes somebody. The plot is an excuse to get from one Rube Goldberg kill to the next. It's got as much in common with Holy Grail as it does with the first Final Destination.
I love people but there are certain ones I'm always especially excited and happy to talk to and if you're not charmed by the scene with Ali Larter in the nut-house with the Charlie Day newspaper clippings up on the wall you're probably not one of them.