30 years since Die Hard (1988)




Yippie-kay-yay, motherfuckers.

Thirty years ago, Bruce Willis went from being a slightly obscure comic actor to a vest-wearing wisecracking action badass, Alan Rickman fell from a tower, and we got ourselves an action Christmas classic that has been oft imitated but extremely rarely bettered (if ever). And yes, now that it’s time to finally discuss Yuletide in celluloid, I wanted to get a mistletoe-flavored favorite out of the way.

I think we all know the plot—John McClane is a weary cop jetting from New York to California to visit his wife, who has chosen to kick off a career in a Japanese-owned skyscraper surrounded by cocaine-snorting eighties douchebags. Before he can drive their relationship even further into the ground, John finds the building seized by a gang of German terrorists led by the master of despicable yet strangely alluring British bad guys, Alan Rickman, as Hans Gruber. Gun battles, explosions, and improvized use of Santa Hats ensue. You may not think it’s the absolute best action film ever, but I can’t think of anyone who doesn’t get a grin on their face watching it.

But what makes this film so great on the technical level, which so many others failed to get? First and foremost—it’s the script. There’s not an ounce of fat on it—everything, from a Rolex watch to a framed picture—plays some sort of part in proceedings. You may think that the news crew jumping on the unfurling terrorist incident is just another funny subplot, but it proves key in Gruber uncovering McClane’s identity and raising the stakes ever higher. That’s crucial in rewarding the viewer for paying attention, something I feel is always a good mark, and playing into the feel of escalation throughout. Bruce starts off against singular gunmen and just trying to stay ahead of them, before we start getting into battles with the LAPD and building renovation by means of plastic explosive. Put simply—there’s never a dull moment.

Then there’s the presentation. One of the main screenwriters, Steven de Souza, penned one of the perennial hypermacho, spent-casing strewn action vehicles of the 80s, Schwarzenegger’s Commando. Much like Rambo or Seagal, Arnie’s character there single-handedly massacres platoons in a single sweep of his constantly firing machinegun, and barely gets scratched after fistfights and vehicular manslaughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love Commando, but you have to appreciate how much Die Hard shook things up by having a protagonist who actually has to use guile, trickery, and every cranny of his environment just to survive. You see McClane’s vest get torn up more and more through the film, you see the scars add up, you see his feet bleeding from torn-up glass. Hell, even the skyscraper itself gets ever more damaged as the carnage mounts up. It really gives the sense of an ongoing struggle, and that level of verisimilitude is crucial to get right for the making of a classic.

Then there’s the cast and characters. Bruce Willis makes a wiseass you love to cheer on, whose frustration at the incompetence of the LAPD is all too relatable, as he resorts to body-splattering extremes just to get their attention. He makes mistakes, he gets beat up, he himself seems surprised he’s still alive. Reginald VelJohnson, better known as a sitcom actor, brings that same sort of out of his depth lovability to his supporting character. William Atherthon, apparently destined to play every prick in the eighties after Ghostbusters, is just the right level of annoying to balance things out. And then there’s the one, the all too rightfully smug, Hans Gruber courtesy of Alan Rickman. A hero isn’t much without a good villain, and Gruber barely misses a beat, adapting and adjusting to McClane’s interference, and damn near getting away with it. He has every detail accounted for, and when you’ve got an intelligent bad guy against an improvising good guy, it makes the proceedings deliciously gripping and dynamic.

And, of course, there’s the Christmas bit. Oh, some say, but it’s not really a Christmas movie, it was released in July after all, there’s too many explosions, yadda yadda yadda. It has all the great music—and I mean the actual great music, not those infuriating ditties the radio insists on playing—like Run-DMC and Sinatra. It has the aesthetic, from the wrapping paper to the decorations. And, above all, it’s fundamentally about a man trying to reconnect with his family in the season…who just so happens to need to blow up some criminals in the process. Sure, it may not be specifically about Christmas itself like Miracle on 34th Street or something, but like Gremlins, it’s something I think we all love to spice up the holiday season with.

Now, we have to talk about the subsequent sequels. None of them lived up to the first, though some came closer than others. Die Hard 2 had some enjoyable moments, although it felt far more convoluted in its setup, and in many ways trying too hard to emulate the first while just not having the ingredients done right. Die Hard 3 is arguably the best of the rest, with Jeremy Irons having a great time as another Gruber, and Samuel L. Jackson being a fun counterpart to Willis, but it went on just a bit too long and neither ending the filmmakers came up with felt completely satisfying. Die Hard 4 was a big dumb stupid modern action film, but had some enjoyable spectacle to make up for it—though by that point it simply wasn’t Die Hard anymore. And 5…well, let’s just say that it’s that kind of film where the director couldn’t even be bothered to keep certain shots in focus. Yeah.

The sequels, and all those other imitators—Speed, Under Siege, The Rock—all tended to stumble on at least one of those elements the original did so right. Either the cast wasn’t done as good as they could’ve, or things got too ridiculous, or the pacing just felt numbing than rising at just the right pace. Eventually, action films would wisely give up trying to replicate Die Hard, and when the Matrix came around, they’d focus on entirely different things. Bruce Willis himself would go onto play a variety of action badasses, including his character from The Fifth Element, a film that wisely decided to just go ‘screw it’ and be a silly piece of fun cartoony schlock.

That’s not to say nothing like this came close to the original—in the 2010s, we had the likes of The Raid: Redemption, which gave us brutal bone-crushing martial arts action that gets your heart racing and your senses raised. But even that arguably didn’t have the same level of memorable characters or quotes.

So if you haven’t seen this film for the Christmas period this year, you might as well do it and grab a white vest while you’re at it. It really is as great as everyone says. But while Die Hard took Bruce Willis from comedy actor to action star, there was a certain other infamous Christmas flick a few years later that tried to take action star to comedy—you might just know what that one is.

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