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Yippie-Kay-25th-Birthday Die Hard


When I was single and needed some yang around the house to balance the yin, I'd stick on my Die Hard DVD as a kind of testosterone air freshener.

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'...)

This week marked the 25th anniversary of the instant classic action film, prompting some surprisingly thoughtful thoughts by some folks around the web.

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.