In this remake that nobody (aside from a desperate John Hamm) asked for, we move on from the so-so Chevy Chase 80s era to indulge in the current Hollywood trend of tearing down as many pop culture white male characters as they can. From the likes Poirot and Picard, they must now be portrayed as inept, arrogant bunglers and regularly lambasted by minor characters to check their attitude. This is becoming so tiresome that I generally avoid modern films but wrongly believed I'd be safe with a comedy.
This convoluted and exposition loaded plot gets lost inbetween Hamm exchanging non-stop repartee with two diversity hire cops. In contrast to the Chase films, where Fletch was the joker in a straight laced world, every character here is off-beat, quirky and largerly annoying. Imagine any Bill Murray film where the entire cast was as odd and out of place as he was.
The director tries to fool the audience into believing that Fletch is a clever and canny operator only to pull the rug out from them at the fizzling end making you wonder why they bothered paying for the 'Fletch' IP in the first place.
As per doctrine, the director pays lip service (in a comedy mind you) to the usual Hollywood tropes: 1. White cops kill black people on sight 2. White men enjoy an undefined privilege and must be reminded of it 3. Junior Asian female cops are brilliant 4. White people (not the director obviously) are generally eccentric kooks with no moral compass.
The pace of film is set to how many silly encounters Fletch can have without getting punched in the face. The labyrinthine plot makes no sense in the light of day and the performances are something from a Netflix produced TV series.
If you want a good mystery sans the political indoctrination I'd advise watching anything made before 2015.
This convoluted and exposition loaded plot gets lost inbetween Hamm exchanging non-stop repartee with two diversity hire cops. In contrast to the Chase films, where Fletch was the joker in a straight laced world, every character here is off-beat, quirky and largerly annoying. Imagine any Bill Murray film where the entire cast was as odd and out of place as he was.
The director tries to fool the audience into believing that Fletch is a clever and canny operator only to pull the rug out from them at the fizzling end making you wonder why they bothered paying for the 'Fletch' IP in the first place.
As per doctrine, the director pays lip service (in a comedy mind you) to the usual Hollywood tropes: 1. White cops kill black people on sight 2. White men enjoy an undefined privilege and must be reminded of it 3. Junior Asian female cops are brilliant 4. White people (not the director obviously) are generally eccentric kooks with no moral compass.
The pace of film is set to how many silly encounters Fletch can have without getting punched in the face. The labyrinthine plot makes no sense in the light of day and the performances are something from a Netflix produced TV series.
If you want a good mystery sans the political indoctrination I'd advise watching anything made before 2015.
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