The day I fell for Alan Rickman

-OR- Why I always wish it was John McClain instead of Hans Gruber who fell off Nakatomi Plaza.

By Andrew J. Pridgen

I love Die Hard.

I love the fact that I always ask myself new questions every time I watch it: Why didn’t one of the German terrorists drown in the giant fountain of the lobby of Nakatomi? Head baddie Hans Gruber has exactly 12 apostles: Karl, Franco, Tony, Theo, Alexander, Marco, Kristoff, Eddie, Uli, Heinrich, Fritz and James. Is that because he is, after all, an allegory for Jesus? And whatever did go down between Argyle and the teddy bear? Incidentally how did a New York cop afford a coach seat for a stuffed animal? And why?

But this is all conjecture. What I do know, after dozens and dozens of viewings of the original recipe Die Hard (not the four to follow or the inevitable prequels…