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Live Free or Die Hard:
As I've stated earlier, I can suspend my disbelief with the best of 'em. For my money, this was the best of the Die Hard sequels. Though, I have to put John McClane into the slow learner category for his failure to properly dispatch the hot hacker chick when he had the chance.
One second he's putting five rounds into the torso of her co-worker outside. And, the next, he's being all nice to her 'cuz she's a girl. Apparently, he'd completely forgotten these sage words of advice given to him by the terrorist formerly known as Marco some 20 years ago.
Next time you have a chance to kill someone, don't hesitate.
It was bad enough when Jack Bauer was thusly pussified, but McClane? Say it isn't so.
I'll let the movie speak for itself.
Xerxes: But I am a generous god. I can make you rich beyond all measure. I can make you warlord of all Greece. You will carry my battle standard to the heart of Europa. Your Athenian rivals will kneel at your feet... if you will but kneel at mine.
King Leonidas: You are generous as you are divine, oh King of Kings. Such an offer only a madman would refuse. But the idea of kneeling... you see, slaughtering all those men of yours has left a nasty cramp in my leg. So kneeling is going to be hard for me.
Xerxes: There will be no glory in your sacrifice. I will erase even the memory of Sparta from the histories. Every piece of greek parchment shall be burned. And every greek historian, and every scribe shall have their eyes pulled out, and their tongues cut from their mouth. Why, uttering the very name of Sparta, or Leonidas will be punishable by death. The world will never know you existed at all.
King Leonidas: The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and that before this battle is over, even a god-king can bleed.
Need I say more?
Actually, yes, I do.
Persian General Slaughtered: Spartans, lay down your weapons.
[a spear flies out and impales him through the chest, and he falls out of the saddle, dead]
King Leonidas: Persians! Come and get them!
To paraphrase John McClane: Μολὼν λαβέ, mother-f***er!