The premise for this movie is so lame it's painful. First, we're expected to believe that the D.C. area has been blanketed by a succession of snow storms just before Christmas. Having lived in the area since 1965, I can assure you it has only snowed ONCE on Christmas Eve. It snowed almost three inches in 1968, when I was three. Second, we're expected to believe the phone booths at Dulles International are serviced by Pacific Bell. Please. Last, we're expected to believe that 747s are stuck in the air because they can't land at Dulles and National has been shut down. They only have 1 hour of fuel left. Oooh! What about Newark, LaGuardia, Philly, Pittsburgh, Norfolk, BWI, Andrews Airforce Base, Raleigh-Durham, Richmond (okay, maybe not for the big ones), and Charlotte, which is a little more than one hour away? Come on! It's so obvious a person from the West coast made this movie. I thought the first Die Hard was a hoot, and strangely kind of fun, but the second one was laughable.

Response From RinkWorks:

I've never been a huge fan of the Die Hard series, although the first one was pretty good. I love the phone booth thing, though--I've seen that myself, and I thought that was probably the dumbest mistake ever. All they had to do was stick a piece of electrical tape over the name if they didn't want to bother getting prop phones with authentic eastern nameplates. -- Dave.

Interesting nitpicks. I kind of like the movie, but only in a silly fun sense. It's certainly great fodder for finding these kinds of nonsensicalities. -- Sam.