The trivia about this film is that it was based on a book, the sequel to the book was the one that Die Hard was an adaptation of. Due to some contract law or something, Frank Sinatra, the star of this, had to be given first refusal to play John McClaine when Die Hard went into production.
I was going to say how different a film that would be, but thinking about it, seeing a septuagenarian in a vest leap off a skyscraper using a firehose bungee might actually have been magnificent.
Hans Gruber "Go and get McClaine!"
Henchman "How do we find him?"
Hans Gruber "Follow the trail of Werther's Originals wrappers. And piss."
Henchman "He's stealthy, Hans. Those carpet slippers make him almost silent!"
Hans Gruber "The creak of his hip will always give him away if he's close. Or place a bus stop somewhere in the building, people of his age seem to be magnitised to them."
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, when the film's doing the investigative, policey stuff, it's pretty good, when it's droning on about Sinatra's marriage, it's boring. Also, it's possibly the only time you'll ever hear Ol' Blue Eyes say the words 'semen stains'.*
*Apart from his little known 1958 album 'The Mrs Is At Bingo, Break Out The Blast-Sock'.
Fucking hell, you've read this far? Well done, I would've given up ages ago. Such a load of twaddle.