It's difficult to take any movie subtitled Die Harder seriously. Luckily, the this sequel to 1988's Die Hard seems slyly aware of its own preposterousness and plays like one great, big, tongue-in-cheek smirkfest. Much like a James Bond film, Die Hard 2 is full of ridiculous plot contrivances, logic bending and superhuman stunts, but its bravado forces you to say, "who cares about all that." It's so far outside of the realm of reality that it defies you to make a critical remark, even in regards to the huge amount of carnage on display. Of course, the perfect ringleader for all the jolly destruction is Bruce Willis, the man who has built a career largely on his ability to look good while suffering great physical hardships. He's the perfect "Iron Everyman" for the rough and tumble Die Hard series. In the early 1990s, Willis was hardly doing the sort of business expected of a major movie star; Die Hard 2 would be his only major success until 1994, when the actor re-asserted himself with his supporting role in Pulp Fiction.
by Brendon Hanley review