Unstoppable.

The third film in a series typically suffers from creative complications and over-the-top theatrics – “Final Destination 3,” however, breaks the mold.

James Wong, a producer of “The X-Files” and director of the original “Final Destination,” returns to direct the second sequel in the lucrative series. Like the previous films, “Final Destination 3” begins with a forewarning of a horrible accident. The senior class of McKinley High School has rented a local amusement park for the night.

Wendy (Mary Elizabeth Winstead, “Sky High”), a young photographer, is documenting the event for the yearbook.

She has an eerily realistic premonition of a rollercoaster crash, killing everyone on board. Wendy and her best friend’s boyfriend, Kevin (Ryan Merriman, “The Ring Two”), leave the ride with several classmates. Minutes later, the ride plunges to the ground and sets off a chain of events meant to kill all the survivors.

Unbeknownst to her, Wendy’s photos are the clues to the discovery and prevention of her and her classmate’s deaths.

Granted, the film doesn’t stray far from the plot of the preceding films, but the scares remain fresh.

The latest string of PG-13 horror movies, “Boogeyman” and “When a Stranger Calls,” left audiences only wanting more – more violence, more scares, more shocks and more carnage. “Final Destination 3” delivers.

The days of suggestive violence, perfected by Alfred Hitchcock and John Carpenter, are gone. The film holds nothing back. “Destination” unabashedly exhibits the most gruesome and ridiculous deaths seen in film. From tanning booth combustion to nail gun lacerations, Wong and co-screenwriter Glen Morgan (“Willard”) leave nothing to the imagination.

The movie is thrilling because, unlike most teen horror films, it contains no masked lunatic or chainsaw wielding psycho. Death is a force with which to be reckoned. Although the students do their best to avoid their demise, solving each intricate clue isn’t a simple task.

Despite the ludicrous humor and shockingly amusing brutality, the film is no masterpiece. It won’t be nominated for Academy Awards or make the critics’ top-10 lists, but it is a decent way to spend an hour and a half. Characters are altogether forgettable, and rightfully so. Most of them play off of tired stereotypes – the ditzy blonde cheerleader, the creepy skeptical goth, the pompous loudmouth jock and the obligatory snotty underclassmen. Lacking emotional ties to the cast, the senseless deaths and massive body count are inconsequential.

Regardless of the goofiness and leaky story, “Final Destination 3” is a terrifyingly entertaining film.