Ok so, Die Hard, right? Still one of my favorite movies ever, still the most structurally perfect blockbuster of the last 25 years, blessed with a director with a Hitchcockian feel for escalating tension and flowing widescreen camera making the geography of all the characters in and around the Nakatomi Plaza easy to follow. John McClane can be pig-headed and does some craaazy shit like jumping off a fuckin' building with a firehose, and the BRUCE WILLIS factor starts to show up later on with a cigarette in his mouth and comical expressions, but he also incredibly physically and emotionally vulnerable, pulling glass shards out of his feet and crying on the radio to tell his wife he figured out what a jerk he's been. Michael Kaman's Christmas themed score is amazing, Hans Gruber is iconic, the pacing peerless, etc etc. Its Die Hard.
Die Hard 2, well that didn't take long, this is actually the film that cemented the BRUCE WILLIS character. There isn't a progressive arc like John learning what's important in life in Die Hard, now he's just always fuckin' right like Jack Bauer. He's arrogant, cocky, smirking, ultraviolent machoman. There's this one part where he accidently gangs up on a poor janitor, doesn't apologize, and then roughs him up some more for blueprints, cuz fuck you I'm BRUCE WILLIS. Die Hard 2: Die Harder is just that, the same damn thing happening to the same damn guy. A corporate cash-in that activates flaunts how big of a rehash it is, how contrived John even being in this movie is. "Yippie-Ki-Yay mothafucka" had the misforunte of becoming a catchphrase, so they have to say it again even when it makes much less sense.
The one thing this movie has going for it compared to other creatively bankrupt blockbusters of total is the hard R-rated status. I'm talking pure male wish fulfilment language and violence here. Its hilariously excessive, and as the movie actively gets better as it goes along and you embrace how silly and inferior Die Hard 2, you get into the groove of all the messy throat cutting and icicle attacks.
Die Hard With a Vengeance has a few things going for it, and they aren't small things. For one, they practically ditch the whole "Die Hard on a..." thing that was dumb in Die Hard 2 and just made this buddy action movie. Two, John McTiernan comes back, and the difference in direction between him and Renny Harlin is large and noticeable when you watch the trilogy back to back to back like this. Third, BRUCE WILLIS and Sam mothafuckin' Jackson have great chemistry, and its great to watch them move from one increasingly cartoony setpiece after another, for awhile anyway. Fourth, there's a really strong cast around them, the supporting players in the cops, but especially the big bad in Jeremy Irons. No Hans Gruber, but a big upgrade over Generic McBlonde from Die Hard 2.
Besides all these things though, when you get right down to it the film is a big silly mess. Like they didn't have the whole thing figured out and they were kinda making shit up as they went along to fit in more action. It just keeps getting more and more wacky until Bruce and Sam do this ridiculous boat invasion and end up tied to a giant bomb and there's this shit with a bomb in the school like how Simon even know about Zeus' kids. The worst thing, I mean the absolute WORSt thing, is the fuckin' ending. They clearly just didn't have one, where McClane and Zeus(for some reason?) travel all the way to Quebec to finish Simon, and they do in the least tension-filled, interesting way possible, and then McClane says "Yippie-Ki-Yay mothafucker" cuz oh right I have to say that its a Die Hard sequel. Oh, and there's a random sex scene thrown in there because McTiernan knew the movie was getting a R-rating so why not right. The movie literally opens with a bang and ends with a dud, aint that bout a bitch.