Much, much more like it
Easily the finest of the Die Hard sequels, this rough and relentless thrill ride comes as a massive relief after the monotonous disaster-movie stylistics of the previous flick. Although prone to a few of its predecessor's somewhat precious screw-ups (the cheap, aurally signposted multiplex gaggery; the lack of any overt violence) the ingenious double-bluff plot and peerless, gritty direction work wonders to drag this rehash into the same breathing space as the original. Director John McTiernan never shys away from getting his hands dirty, and the breathtaking car chases, all filmed, amazingly, on location in downtown New York, are a testament to that. Jeremy Irons is a sketchy antagonist, and the finale is peerlessly unsatisfying, but if this caper doesn't thrill you for at least 100 of its 135 minutes, then you deserve to be locked in a dungeon for all eternity, with only a DVD of Die Harder for company.
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