Fletch is back, and he's angry, irritable, and not funny. Too bad because the first FLETCH is Chevy Chase's best, and funniest, film.
Unlike the previous plot-line, which had interesting villains connected to a nifty Film Noir plot, this takes place down South where Fletch takes on hillbillies, racists, and religious zealots: all the same in Hollywood standards.
His disguises range from a white haired cleaning lady to a televangelist: all impossible to imagine anyone falling for.
And before moving South (where his dead aunt left him a decapitated yet sought-after mansion), Fletch crosses paths with his ex-wife's lawyer (George Wyner) and newspaper editor (Richard Libertini); and this time around his glib indifference is bitter and downright aggressive.
By far one of the crappiest sequels of all time.
Unlike the previous plot-line, which had interesting villains connected to a nifty Film Noir plot, this takes place down South where Fletch takes on hillbillies, racists, and religious zealots: all the same in Hollywood standards.
His disguises range from a white haired cleaning lady to a televangelist: all impossible to imagine anyone falling for.
And before moving South (where his dead aunt left him a decapitated yet sought-after mansion), Fletch crosses paths with his ex-wife's lawyer (George Wyner) and newspaper editor (Richard Libertini); and this time around his glib indifference is bitter and downright aggressive.
By far one of the crappiest sequels of all time.