Bruce Willis once again throws on a wifebeater and calls himself John McClane, tortured traveller. This time, McClane reconnects with his son, who has apparently gotten himself into some trouble in Moscow. One crappy plane ride and one crappy cab ride later, and John finds himself up to his neck in shit. Car chase, Something, something, something, explosions… Yippie Kai Yay Mr. Falcon.
This is one of two reviews I’ll be writing for A Good Day To Die Hard. I’m doing this, because I am of a completely split mind. On the one hand… this is a terrible movie. Really. Possibly one of the worst I’ve seen in years. On the other hand… I fucking LOVED watching it. The last movie I enjoyed watching this much was The Avengers. If you’ll excuse a reference to The Matrix you can take the Red Pill, and find out all about how bad this movie is… OR… you can take the Blue Pill and find out how much goddamn fun I had watching this movie.