I don't know what it is, but Chevy Chase just rubs me the wrong way. Yes, he can be funny, but it feels like he's cracking wise at the viewer's expense. Every word out of his mouth in this picture is a put down of one thing or another, which would be okay if he had the humorous charisma of an Eddie Murphy, but he doesn't, so for me he got tedious at times. Which made it almost uninteresting to follow the plot of this picture, which ran the gamut of a contract killing, a corrupt police chief (Joe Don Baker), and running drugs on a California beach. Supporting players George Wendt as Fat Sam, and a young Geena Davis as Irwin Fletcher's assistant at his newspaper, are underutilized, and the story could have milked their characters for more humor. But the emphasis here was on Chevy Chase, in between National Lampoon Vacations as an investigative reporter bumbling though the picture and inadvertently solving a case in spite of himself.
Review of Fletch
