Cool, you gonna review "London After Midnight" next?

"Surfed"? John McClane may wrestle a goddamned fighter jet out of the sky with his bare hands, but no, Mr. Henriksen, he does not "surf", thank you. These are not your Grandmother's action flicks where Neo doesn't fly when Johnny Castle simply fades into the sea, nor are they genre-besmirching travesties opening with 007's assault on North Korea via "hanging-ten". These are fucking Die Hard movies. So please, let's not have this maligning of awesomeness.

pretty sure it was Dulles airport in D.C., not Chicago

also think it won THREE academy awards for the plane surfing scene