Having passed at the chance to see A Good Day to Die Hard during its theatrical I finally caught up with the movie recently. The version I saw was the US theatrical version and not the extended edition that includes three and a half minutes of additional material. It's a curious thing that in an age when blockbuster movies become ever longer and more bloated, frequently running over two and a half hours, that the latest instalment of Die Hard is a brief ninety-nine minutes. That's about an hour and a half once you remove ten minutes or so of CGI credits. Is such brevity to the benefit of the movie? In a nutshell, no. A Good Day to Die Hard is light on plot, character development and viewer engagement. Frankly it’s a caricature of its former self. The notion of the likeable every-man, out of his depth and fighting against incredible odds has given way to a loud-mouth, bullet proof xenophobic who effortlessly moves from one improbable CGI action sequence to another.