The question is not whether “A Good Day to Die Hard,” the fifth film in which grizzled New York cop John McClane fails to acquiesce to the ending implicit in its title, is worth seeing. It’s not.
By Noah Gittell
The question is not whether “A Good Day to Die Hard,” the fifth film in which grizzled New York cop John McClane fails to acquiesce to the ending implicit in its title, is worth seeing. It’s not. It’s a terrible, terrible movie. The only question is where your mind will wander while the film fails to hold your attention. I found myself pondering the state of humanity, particularly those humans with whom I shared the theater. I shot hate rays at the couple next to me who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the action sequences and guffawing at Bruce Willis’s tired one-liners. I sympathized with the lady behind me who, in response to one character stating that he had “blown the mission,” shouted out, “I don’t even know what the mission is.” And I secretly applauded the couple that walked out after the first fifteen minutes. They had it easy. I told myself that I owed it to my readers to stay through the whole thing. You guys owe me one.
Should we discuss the plot? Is there a plot? Or just a series of adequately-staged stunts surrounded by a few quips and a vague sense of character? I’m still not sure, but it all has something to do with Russia. As the “story” begins, McClane’s son (Jai Courtney) has been arrested for murder in Moscow. Father and son have been estranged for a few years – the script never bothers to tell us why – but McClane decides to jet over there and check things out anyway. He quickly learns things are not what they seem. Yes, John Jr. works for the CIA, but beyond that, it’s impossible to get a handle on what the problem is, who the actual bad guys might be, and what the McClane family solution is beyond “winging it” and “killing the bad guys.”
Willis seems to be trying a little harder than he has in recent years – I counted two actual attempts at emoting – but that only makes his failure even sadder. Although some critics will simply say the “Die Hard” franchise has passed its sell-by date, there is a way to do this right. Other long-running franchises have addressed the increasing age of their stars or the change in cultural mores embodied by new eras by making them more vulnerable. The makers of “A Good Day to Die Hard” take the opposite tack, making the aging Willis even more impervious to harm. After jumping off not one, but two buildings, and surviving a horrific car crash, you begin to wonder if the regular old guy from the original “Die Hard” was in really a superhero all along. His invulnerability to injury does little for the story but lower the stakes.
As for the film’s politics, they are as muddled as the rest of the film. Upon hearing that McClane would travel to Russia in this one, I had hoped the setting was an indication that the film would acknowledge its Cold War roots. No such luck – if it is possible to make an apolitical movie about the CIA’s activities in Russia, this is it. Perhaps the best we can say is that the film reflects poorly on both America and Russia, since every character in the movie is an idiot. Every opportunity to nudge the plot towards the slightest geopolitical subtext is quickly discarded (Sample dialogue: “You know what I hate about Americans? Everything.”), and the setting seems ultimately as arbitrary as everything else in the film.
With heightened tension between the U.S. and Russia in recent years, perhaps this “Die Hard” can at least stand as an example of good diplomacy; I noted in the credits that the crew seemed equally divided between Americans and Russians. Am I grasping at straws, trying to find some tiny silver lining in this lifeless dark cloud of a movie, to suggest that there is something good in that? Probably. The last film I can remember that was made in collaboration with Russia was last year’s “Branded,” which would have been considered the worst film of the year had anyone seen it. If these two films are any indication, the future of diplomacy between these two former enemies is not bright. It may, in fact, give “mutual destruction” a whole new meaning.
My Rating: Skip it Altogether
