Not a good day to painfully watch one of your favorite action heroes get reduced to a geriatric wheezer mumbling "I am on vacation" umpteen times as a complaint, indirectly saying "why the hell do they persist on making more of these movies?"
If that wasn't enough, we have our favorite McClane get a sidekick (okay, son) as if he needed one, more than his walking stick. A laugh out loud moment when he refers to his son as "James Bond". Truly, there wasn't a more kicked down character.
Add to that a wafer-thin plot with a ridiculous twist, half the movie in Russian which is really painful to the ears, a gorgeous babe cut down to action sequences only, and a super-cool, mindless chase down the streets of Moscow. John Moore might think that the audiences around the world are stupid enough to lap anything going "Boom! Boom!" with McClane's name plastered on it, but sorry sir, we are not THAT stupid.
What's next?
Die Hard 6: The McClane Clan,
McClane: The Die Hard Effect or something similarly-titled ridiculous monstrosity for part 6, with McClane teaming up with his grandkids? No, thanks.
Bring back a passably coherent plot, an acceptable sidekick (remember Samuel L Jackson in part 3?), a hated/spiteful enough villain (those stopped from part 3 as well), and the franchise might gather some steam. Could we have Justin Lin come over and do a
Fast & Furious thingy with this franchise as well?
Otherwise,
Die Hard is pretty much
Dead Hard, forever.
Rating - 04/10