The Die Hard formula is among the most die-hardest in film industry, because a paradoxically cool/panicking one-man-army taking on everything under the sun and improvising through insurmountable odds and sky-high explosions for two straight hours, is definitely something we can all relate to- right? But in this fifth episode, they reverse the Indiana Jones father-son relationship, try to give it a new look by filming predominantly in close-up (where you consequently lose orientation of the major action scenes), and for the first time in the franchise barely get enough material in past 90 minutes. The most mediocre Die Hard so far.
PS: The first and third episodes were directed by John McTiernan, the second by Renny Harlin, and the third by Len Wiseman. All accomplished action directors. Now who in the world is John Moore?