This movie was disturbing, but not in the way the director intended.

In the carefully constructed universe of “Final Destination,” death is a vindictive Rube Goldberg machine. When it comes for you, you’re expected to go quietly. When our protagonists have an accidental insight into the machinery and avoid the situation meant to kill them, the machinery of death kicks it up a notch, creating ever-more elaborate mousetraps to catch the cheeky teen death-cheaters.

There is some negligible camp value to seeing the pieces fall into place, but if you can read at grade level you’ll see all of them coming at such a distance that it becomes irritating. Boring, even. If you cannot read at all, the filmmaker has kindly put in enough jump-cut flash-forward premonition footage that will help you get as bored as every other viewer.

The real problem with this movie is that the machinery is everything. No energy goes into character. This has the odd result that when the cute teenagers die, we don’t care except for the gory spectacle of it. To make things even more weird, the friends at the center of the story seem to shake off each other’s deaths in remarkably short order. The leading man’s best friend is dispatched by a malfunctioning pool drain, and the next morning he’s giddily planning a trip to Amsterdam with his girlfriend.

Character development is so minimal, in fact, that there is a character in this film just billed as “Racist.” In a very dubious reference to real events, Racist is dragged to death behind a truck. Classy.

So, to recap: slow-arriving deaths we don’t care about, characters no one bothered to create and a “villain” that cannot be seen, understood or fought. Existential, maybe. Worth seeing, definitely not.