A Good Day to Die Hard

Some movies you have to see on the big screen to truly appreciate them. This isn’t one of those movies. In fact, knowing what the film is like, I would have happily lived vicariously through someone else’s experience of seeing this movie rather than subjecting myself to watching this film in the theater after 24 minutes of previews (I love trailers but that was ridiculous). Unfortunately, the $11.50 I spent and the 90 minutes I put into this, I’ll never get back.

Where to begin… Well, let’s start with the writing. The story is just dumb. Bruce Willis’ John McClane is traveling to Russia to rescue his estranged son who he hasn’t seen or spoken to for years. But since his son is in some sort of criminal trouble for murder, he feels compelled to go to Russia to be there for him. It turns out that his son Jack is actually a spy and the whole thing is a set up. Chaos and explosions ensue at the courthouse and we’re off to the races. From there, the film kind of melds into McClane and son sort of, kind of, teaming up to thwart the bad guys. Trouble is McClane Sr. is no longer framed as the action hero of yore but moreso like the bumbling comic-relief grandfather character who’s just kind of getting in the way. You kind of start to wish he would just go somewhere else so he wouldn’t cause the trouble he does for his son.

The dialog is hackneyed and repetitive. I lost count of the times that McClane says “I’m on vacation!” which doesn’t really apply since he’s not actually on vacation; he’s there to show