Aug 09, 2007 22:39
I've loved Die Hard since I first saw it. I don't know how, but they managed to pack a good story, incredible tension, the kind of action I usually have to watch Arnold to get, and the kind of romance that even a guy, the kind of guy who can't remember which of his children has leukemia and which one has meningitis, the kind of guy who doesn't see why it's a big deal to keep boxes of Coke next to barrels of turpentine in the garage, the kind of guy who will willingly relieve himself in restrooms so dark, dank, and crammed full of bacteria that Louis Pasteur would turn in his lab coat and become a mime can appreciate. I mean, let's face it; saving your wife from a group of terrorists is the kind of Christmas present that you can cash in until Labor Day. Not to mention that sending insulting messages on the bodies of dead terrorists makes for the kind of story you can tell without ever boring anybody. And at the end, where Reginald velJohnson shoots the huge Aryan asshole who thinks that because his brother was killed while stealing millions of dollars and murdering several people he's allowed to act like he's the victim, I have to steel myself, lest the dam burst.
Anyway.
I watched the second one tonight, and while it certainly wasn't as amazing as its predecessor, it was, at the least, entertaining, and at the most, fun. It was certainly a little less dramatic about death when the person dying was a terrorist, but I suppose I can forgive that. After all, we can't let the terrorists win.
And I totally think Fred Thompson should play up his role in this movie as a part of his presidential campaign. It won't motivate me to vote for him, but it will at least convince me that he has a sense of fun.
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