McTiernan's film contains some elements of interest. The last scenes are pure postmodern philosophy: the final heist is organized upon the limits of the video screens that make the thief impossible to be clearly seen. The eye has lost his fundamental position in the contemporary audiovisual society and the thief - the postmodern artist - can play with the images.
The bulk of the film is a war dance (or a mating ritual) between two apex predators, jumpstarted and concluded by two sequences that show just how good McTiernan is at action setpieces. The final sequence in particular is pure cinematic action; without the need of guns, fire, explosions, shaky cam, etc. Just employing creativity, editing, and a perfectly chosen music track.
Just read Jack Lehtonen's review on this page. I would just he repeating what he said. I don't rate it quite as highly as him, but it's pure 90s cinema entertainment, and then some (as Jack lays it out).
Compared to the original 1968 movie, Pierce Brosnan lacks the coolness of Steve MacQueen. Rene Russo has none of the chemistry or quality that Faye Dunaway show even more apparent when she appear to do a small cameo appearance. The film is also too comic and lacks the erotic intensity with Rene Russo going topless in a hope to sell the movie for some people interested in seeing her tits.