Supercop John McClane wants everybody to know he's on vacation. So when he gets hit by a car or shot at by a helicopter or finds himself running from the fire of 10 machine guns, he screams at his attackers "I'm on vacation!" McClane gets to shout his catch phrase a few times. He probably does it three times. It feels like 10. McClane is in Moscow to get his estranged son out of a sticky situation with the Russian government. McClane's refrain is confusing because he is not, in any sense, on vacation. But let's not get carried away. From the way director John Moore opens onto a black screen with sounds of chaos to the first ludicrous cars-driving-over-cars car chase (which received numerous cheers at the screening I attended), to the burning inferno of the finale, there's an idiot brute logic in the way this Die Hard
gets through its admirably slender 97 minutes of deafening mayhem. I would venture to guess that this is one of the best fifth installment franchise movies ever made.