At the end of his yet-to-be-aired Comedy Central Roast, famed action star and older Joseph Gordon-Levitt Bruce Willis made a declaration that sent shockwaves around the world.
“Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!” shouted the unfriendly Shyamalan ghost.
John McClane himself said this knowing full well that he’d ruffle some feathers with such a definitive statement. Die Hard is usually the go-to “fun”answer for the question of “what is your favorite Christmas movie,” and here comes Ebenezer Scrooge to machine gun your enjoyment. I have mixed feelings about this.
It probably isn’t surprising to you, myself being a Flixist writer, that I’m generally known in my circles as “the movie guy.” Hence, every holiday season I will receive at least one inquiry from a friend asking whether or not Die Hard is a Christmas movie. Every one of these clever bastards think they’re the first person to ever bring this up to me, and perhaps if Willis’s declaration is taken as gospel, these people will finally shut the hell up.
On the other hand, I’d like to pose some questions to Bruce Willis—Walter, if I may (that’s right, I know how to read Wikipedia). If Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie, then what is? Are Shane Black movies no longer Christmas movies? Gremlins? Does Die Hard not embody the universal holiday themes of family and cheer? What the hell else am I supposed to watch every Christmas eve with my family now, some claymation bullshit? Am I to subject my future children to Jingle All the Way?
Slippery slope, Walter. Slippery slope.