Yippie-Kay-25th-Birthday Die Hard
In a world... before 9/11, when action heroes were somber steroid freaks, John McClane burst onto the scene: balding, barefoot and balking. Die Hard became an instant classic twenty-five years ago this week.
July 19, 2013 - 7:00 am
I’ve been married for a bunch of years now — no, I actually don’t have my anniversary date memorized — but I would still happily screen Die Hard on an endless loop in my home, and not just at Christmas.
(PS: One secret to a happy marriage? Two TVs. Just sayin’…)
At RogerEbert.com, Matt Zoller Seitz serves up a must-read appreciation with the perfect title — “Die Hard in a Building: An Action Classic Turns 25″:
Incredible as it might sound twenty-five years later, neither this film nor its smirking star were considered a slam-dunk in the summer of 1988. If you were the sort of viewer who looked for art in unexpected places, “Die Hard” was a godsend—the kind of moviegoing experience that colonized a part of your imagination and turned you into a bit of a zealot. I saw the film on opening day, fell instantly in love with it, and ran out to the theater lobby afterward to phone my younger brother.
“Put your shoes on,” I said. “I’ll be out front in ten minutes. I’m going to see ‘Die Hard’ again immediately, and you’re coming with me.” I saw it 15 times that summer. When I admitted this to art house-minded friends who assumed it was just Rambo in a building, they looked at me like I was crazy. But the ones I managed to drag to the theater understood instantly that this was no mere time-waster, that there was indeed something special about it: a joyous quality and an astonishing sense of craft.