For those of you waiting for the return of a Chevy Chase like character (with matching ad-lib skills) to bring Fletch back to life, stay in your coffin, cause this ain't your film... Jon Hamm just could not pull it off.
To be generous, I might say the scripting was the culprit, but, really it was everything. The beginning scenes, and dialog seemed forced but then a flicker of hope emerged when the director mimicked Roman Holiday with Hamm and his red Vespa tooling through Rome. This might actually be worthwhile, I thought.
But alas, the film continued to disappoint with the rental of a Audi A-7 Quattro (an obvious product placement, and deviation from the very spirit of Fletch) and the scripting: replacing class warfare with race warfare.
The final straw from me was when the assistant NYPD detective told fletch that he needed to "check his white privilege."
I pay good money to watch films so as to escape stuff like this, but, it appears to be ubiquitous in Hollywood.
To be generous, I might say the scripting was the culprit, but, really it was everything. The beginning scenes, and dialog seemed forced but then a flicker of hope emerged when the director mimicked Roman Holiday with Hamm and his red Vespa tooling through Rome. This might actually be worthwhile, I thought.
But alas, the film continued to disappoint with the rental of a Audi A-7 Quattro (an obvious product placement, and deviation from the very spirit of Fletch) and the scripting: replacing class warfare with race warfare.
The final straw from me was when the assistant NYPD detective told fletch that he needed to "check his white privilege."
I pay good money to watch films so as to escape stuff like this, but, it appears to be ubiquitous in Hollywood.