I probably shouldn't have enjoyed this as much as I did, but I did and I have to be honest. It's kind of a mess, but an engrossing mess. What the original was to the 40s, Schrader's film is to the 80s, meaning there is basically no connection to the two, which is the way I like my remakes. Add some Moroder, some Bowie, plenty of pungent acid colors mixed with a great cast and you have me hooked.
Quotes from the group of 5 boys sitting in front of me:
"Why can't the whole thing be in English?"
"That's some Shakespeare shit right there."
"How many times is he gonna get cut and not even feel it?"
"How many heads are gonna bite the pavement? Must be a record."
Number of times their phones came out: every time an action scene ended, so probably 18 separate times.
A simple fact: action movies have been neutered, half-baked, half-written and served cold for children with Attention Deficit Disorder. Die Hard has aged into a lost art. It has a wholly original, unpredictable screenplay, crisp with sharp dialogue matched with badass line delivery through the mouths of believable human characters (This sentence alone cannot be attributed to a single modern action film). There is a tight plot that gradually escalates, accumulating ZERO gaps in logic equaling to not a single…
"Time just gets away from us."
Only the Coens. The most authentic western in modern memory, only the Coens could accomplish what they do here and they warrant rewatchability to spare. For one, the Coens are masters of language. Always have been, always will be. The way they go about capturing the Old West linguistics and dialects and transplant them into unique and unusual accents of characters is an absolute treat to experience and in the process, transplants the viewer…