Dave Bautista (yeah, it’s been a long road, but BR2049 brought me here, again) is a blatant Die Hard knock-off set in a football stadium, the kind of killer premise that takes twenty-three (yes, twenty-three, because I counted ’em) producers to bring to the screen. Now, I love Die Hard, it’s a great film, but how long is this going to run, this endless parade of rip-off films in what has pretty much become a genre all of its own? The ‘Die Hard in a xxxxx’ action genre… its enough to turn me against a beloved classic, and that’s just plain wrong.
Who am I kidding? Knowing how Hollywood and moviemakers worldwide love to imitate success in the pursuit of money, this is going to just go on forever.
I think Final Score gets by somewhat because Bautista is pretty worthwhile in most everything he’s in, but he has to be careful- the goodwill earned by his decent acting chops demonstrated in stuff like BR2049 (and hey, hopefully Dune next year) will be for nothing if he keeps slumming in dumb b-movie action stuff like this. Final Score manages a few points for being set over here in the UK with our cops/national game and the weird perversity of it all, and it’s oddly fine supporting cast of Ray Stevenson and Pierce Brosnan. Just barely anyway.
There’s certainly a fine drinking game here, taking a shot everytime it rips off a moment/plotpoint from Die Hard. I wasn’t keeping count, but its a number somewhere north of that number of producers I think. Not a game I could ever play anyway, I suspect I’d be under the table (or on my way to ER) before the closing credits.