First it was an exploding plane. Then it was a motorway pile-up. Now it's a rollercoaster that rolls off its coasters. The 'Destinations' all have different starting points but the outcome is always the same: disposable teens getting their comeuppance with an almighty "eeeuw!"

Fans can sit back and relax, because original director James Wong returns to ensure that the law of diminishing sequel returns does not apply. He creates a palpable sense of dread from the get-go.

While taking snapshots of her soon-to-graduate schoolmates at the funfair, Wendy (Winstead) begins to get the jitters. For starters, she notices that the neon 'V' on the 'HIGH DIVE' attraction is out.

Her unease turns to sheer panic when she foresees that the next outing of the 'Devil's Flight' ride will be its last. An clutch of angry passengers are forced to disembark in the ensuing commotion, including her friend Kevin, a jock, a creep, two goths and a pair of bimbos.

So what if she lost it? She was right. But the mourning period is barely over at school when the escapees start to learn some really harsh lessons.

Don't over-use sunbeds. Be considerate at the drive-thru. Exercise the mind as well as the body. Dispose of litter carefully. Keep a safe distance from fireworks. And barbecues. And nail-guns.

It dawns on Wendy that photos from the fateful night hold clues to the survivors' demises. But when she and Kevin try to convince the victims-to-be, nobody's listening.

So it's all aboard for grisliness and gallows humour. "Call me when you're done," goes Wendy's frantic phone message as things start hotting up for the girls in the tanning salon.

You've got to hand it to the shadowy guy with the big scythe - he's a real showman. Hats off to Wong and co-writer Glen Morgan for another fiendishly entertaining batch of yucky downfalls.

Wherever the next horror joyride goes from - and please, please, let it involve Big Brother contestants - I'll be at the head of the queue.

Elliott Noble