8. Bruce Willis
The depressing thing about Bruce Willis' performance in this film is that he's clearly physically able, but just doesn't seem to give much of a damn, and going by his stoic presence on the press circuit this year - check out his
excruciating appearance on The One Show - he's fully aware that he signed onto a dud. Where's that wise-cracking, hilarious, likeable John McClane we were given in the previous films? This time around, he's bland and even sometimes unlikeable, a cranky old man who is now a ruthlessly efficient killing machine. Also, one has to wonder whether Willis should share some of the blame for the other aspects of its failure; how could he have read Skip Woods' ennui-inducing script and thought it to be of a shooting standard? And allowing John Moore to be appointed director, really? Surely Willis would have had the power to send the script back and have a say in picking the director? Otherwise he should have walked away from the project, but alas, he took an easy payday and the film is all the worse for it.