The cry sounded out the fourth time, and he was once again in the wrong place at the wrong time. and I so love it when he is in the wrong place at the wrong time. I, however, was at the right place. In a theatre watching 4.0.
I’ll tell you the happiest moment, though a bit tentative, I can now plan to buy all four of them on DVD. I am tentative because, I am not sure if they will round it off to five.
The villains are getting younger, and John McClane is getting older – but the magic is the same as ever if not better. The daughter has grown up and Holly isn’t back in DH4 either. Samuel Jackson was a better partner in crime than Justin Long, but you won’t see me complaining. Justin has got his moments. From Alan Rickman to William Sadler to Jeremy Irons to Timothy Olyphant, I think I am torn between Alan and Jeremy, however. Yet, Die Hard delivers what Die Hard is supposed to deliver. Slightly slow start, as usual, but when it starts, doesn’t stop till all is over.
The rational mind attempted to intervene, wondering whether the compact disc was a right fit, but the Die Hard passion soon took over, there was no time to think. All is well in the land of Die Hard.
John McClane rules. Period.
Yippi-kaa-yay (Viewer discretion advised, avoid if you get offended by the natural DH language)