Before we get to why this is the dumbest of a once stupidly good-fun franchise, a question: What's with the German auto-wars?
It seems this has its own Moscow demolition derby, with various vehicles from the Mercedes Benz range safely delivering our battered heroes to the next hole in the plot, despite grievous panel damage. And if that's not product placement enough, in one scene, a row of black BMWs are blown up, just like that. In another, a shiny black Merc SUV commandeered by Bruce Willis crushes a row of Porsches. Did Audi and Volkswagen pay protection money?
Such is the tedium of the modern movie product placement business. But it's a bit odd to have that Teutonic car clash of the marques considering that Germans - well, ones played by English actors - made for some excellent villains in the first and third Die Hards.
Good, as in memorable, baddies is just one of the things that this fifth Die Hard lacks.
Yes, it has Willis back as John McClane, his scars temporary, his smirk less so. It has, as his estranged CIA agent son Jack, Aussie Jai Courtney, who has gone from spear carrier in the Auckland-made Spartacus to Jack Reacher punching bag to this.