By number three, which this was, the Die Hard franchise had run out of steam. Although there was always a little suspension of disbelief by the time things get going you say to yourself “Oh come one, get real”
Willis and Jackson are just fine. In fact there is a very nice chemistry between them but Irons, who is usually not a ham, hams it up so much I was afraid I was going to get excommunicated by my rabbi just for watching it.
The production quality is fine but the script is pretty bad which explains the overall “eh” rating.
It’s not a fantasy movie but it’s so wildly implausible I had to put five on the fantasy meter.