Bruce Willis reprises his famous role of John McClane in the fifth installment of the “Die Hard” franchise. Unfortunately, this is easily the worst “Die Hard” movie ever, and if there were any justice at the megaplex, it would be the nail in the franchise’s coffin.
In “A Good Die to Die Hard”, John McClane travels to Russia for some ill-defined reason, shoots a bunch of nondescript henchmen, and foils a generic “threat to the world” level plot. The action is unmemorable, and the character of John McClane seems worn out.
Even the “Die Hard” die hards will be disappointed by this “Die Hard”.
Some wise guy somewhere, tired of the same old “God Bless Us, Every One!” Christmas cheer bs, sarcastically answered “Die Hard” when asked what his favorite Christmas movie was.
It caught on. “Yeah! Die Hard is a Christmas Movie, c’mon… it’s got that scene where he puts the Santa hat on the dead guy and writes ‘Ho-Ho-Ho’ on him, what more do you need?”. Since then it has become the biggest controversy in Christmas Movie history.
IS “Die Hard” a Christmas Movie?
That’s why I’m here, my friends. I do the hard research, the investigation, I scientifically break down this burning questions in ways no other bloggers would bother with dream of!
Click through to cast YOUR vote and to see my scientific analysis of the subject. It’s a post that is bound to rival my “Commando” Kill Count as evidence of my blogging insanity!
So what makes up a true film fan? Must one be willing to camp on the sidewalk for advanced screening tickets, wear costumes to the theater, or own the entire Criterion Collection in Betamax? While those might be traits of a movie fanatic (or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder), I think it’s much more simple than that. To me, anyone who’s love of film defines their personality is a real movie lover. They’re actually pretty easy to spot. They have a well groomed list of favorite movies. Good films fill them with joy, but they’d rather see an absolutely horrendous movie than sit through mediocrity.
Also, they’re most likely avid readers of Fog’s Movie Reviews (wink, wink).
A few weeks ago, I shared an Alfred Hitchcock double feature with my father. We watched Rear Window and Psycho, two films I had never seen before, and films he had only seen in bits and pieces. As expected, we both loved the films and in general had a good time watching them. What I didn’t expect was for Fogs to ask me to write a post on my experience watching the films with my father, and just watching films with my dad in general. I thought it was a great idea, in fact, it kind of annoys me that I didn’t come up with it. So with this, I’m going to explore my past film experiences with my dad, and try to come to some conclusion.