According to box-office pundits, A Good Day to Die Hard will be the big box-office winner this holiday weekend. If the predictions hold true, this film confirms the conventional wisdom: People want what's familiar, no matter how hackneyed and repetitive.
Instead of stone-faced bodybuilders or martial arts experts, Die Hard had John McClane, an everyman New York cop with only street smarts and a sense of humor on his side who seemed as surprised as anyone to be an action hero.
Look, I could go on listing the ways in which this film is terrible, but why ramble? Just know that it's badly acted and badly written, with 90 percent of the entertainment value coming in the form of accidental and unintentional humor arising out of incompetence.
I lost count of the number of noggins that were perforated by hot lead in Bullet to the Head, but it was more than a dozen. Henchman apparently is a particularly dangerous job description, at least in this movie.
Meeting celebrities is just part of the job when you're a television reporter; so this was a fairly typical day at work when I was in my 20s. I was sent to the Fontainebleau Hotel on Miami Beach to cover a press conference with Sophia Loren, Sylvester Stallone, Henry Winkler and Mel Brooks.