Review:
Gregory
McDonald's lightweight mystery novel about an undercover newspaper
reporter cracking a police drug ring is transformed by screenwriter
Andrew Bergman ( Blazing Saddles , and writer/director of The
Freshman and Honeymoon in Vegas ) into a fairly sarcastic and
occasionally very funny Chevy Chase vehicle. Enjoyment of the
film pivots on whether you find Chase's flippant, smart-ass
brand of verbal humor funny, or merely egocentric. If you don't
like Chase, there's really no one else worth watching (Geena
Davis is sadly underused). Chase seems born to play I.M. "Fletch" Fletcher,
a disillusioned investigative reporter whose cynicism and detached
view on life mirrors the actor's understated approach to comedy.
Fletcher offers Chase the opportunity to adopt numerous personas,
as his job requires numerous (bad) physical disguises, and
much of film's humor centers on the ridiculous idea that any
of these phony accents or bad hairpieces could fool anyone.
These not-so-clever disguises are put to use when Fletch becomes
involved in the film's smart but continually self-mocking two-part
mystery. As well as trying to gather drug-smuggling evidence
against the LAPD for a long-overdue newspaper story, a rich
and apparently terminally ill stranger also offers Fletch a
large payoff to kill him. While the film does a fairly good
job juggling both of these plots, not to mention tossing in
a love interest as well, it's subservient, for better or worse,
to Chase's memorable one-liners and disguises. Followed by
two forgettable sequels that lack both the original's wit and
Chase's attention span. The DVD version includes production
notes and a theatrical trailer, and is presented in its original
aspect ratio of 1:85 to 1. --Dave McCoy
[Driving away from police in car with startled teenager.] Kid: Are you a cop? Fletch: As far as you know. Why? Did you steal this car? Kid: I sure did. Fletch: Well, I'm not even sure that's a crime anymore.
There've been a lot of changes in the law.
Receptionist:
Can I help you Dr.--? Fletch: Oh it's me, Dr. Rosenpenis. I'm just here to check
out Alan Stanwyk's file. Receptionist: Dr. who? Fletch: Dr. Rosenrosen, i'm here to get into the records
room. Receptionist: What was that name again? Fletch: It's Dr. Rosen, I want to check the records room. Receptionist: Dr. who? Fletch: Dr. Rosen! Where's the records room? Fletch:
Do you have caviar? Waiter: Si seĝor, Beluga, but it is 100 dollars a portion. Fletch: Oh, then I better just take two of those. Fletch:
I didn't want to do this, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to pull
rank on you. I'm with the Mattress Police. There are no tags on
these mattresses. Fletch:
Oh, you've remodeled the garage. Must have cost you hundreds.
[During a proctological exam.] Fletch: Using the whole fist, Doc? Fletch:
I'm John. Gail Stanwyk: Ohhhh, John. John who? Fletch: John Cock...tos...ton. Gail Stanwyk: Thats a beautiful name. Fletch: It's Scotch/Romanian. Gail Stanwyk: That's an odd combination. Fletch: So were my parents.
[To a Doberman pinscher] Fletch: Look, defenseless babies! Madeline:
I'm sorry, who are you again? Fletch: I'm Frieda's boss. Madeline: Who's Frieda? Fletch: My secretary. Alan
Stanwyck: If you reject the proposition, you keep the thousand
- and your mouth shut. Fletch: Does this proposition entail my dressing up as Little
Bo Peep? Alan Stanwyck: It's nothing of a sexual nature, I assure
you. Fletch: Yeah, I assure you. Alan Stanwyck: One thousand just to listen. I don't see how
you can pass that up, Mister...? Fletch: Nugent. Ted Nugent. Waiter:
Would you like to order something, sir. I will put it on the Underhills'
bill. Fletch: Oh, yes. Very well. I'll have a Bloody Mary, a steak
sandwich and a... steak sandwich. Doc:
That's an interesting name, Mr...? Fletch: Babar. Doc: Is that with one B or two? Fletch: One. B-A-B-A-R. Doc: That's two. Fletch: Yeah, but not right next to each other, that's what
I thought you meant. Doc: Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named
Babar. Fletch: Ha, ha, ha. I wouldn't know. I don't have any. Doc: No children? Fletch: No elephant books. Fletch:
It was something you wife said while we were in bed together. She
said we had the same build. From the waist up I imagine. Gail
Stanwyck: You ordered luch to my room. Fletch: Well, I knew that's where my mouth would be. Fletch:
Where am I? Records Nurse: You're in the records room. Fletch: Oh. Do you have the Beatles White Album? Never mind,
just bring me a cup of hot fat. And the head of Alfredo Garcia. Fletch:
There has been a lot of drug smuggling on the beach lately. I have
been trying to find out who's behind it, it hasn't been easy ...
I don't shower much. Fat
Sam: I've got some reds. Fletch: You don't mean communists do you Sammy? Fletch:
Did you steal this car? Teenager: I sure did! Fletch: Well, I'm not sure that's even a crime anymore, there've
been a lot of changes in the law. Fletch:
You know, if you shoot me, you're liable to lose a lot of those
humanitarian awards. Fletch:
...and who would have known that the Vice President knew I was opening
the door, but the Secret Service, they just *whack* [mimes
door hitting him in the face] , blood... Waiter:
Excuse me sir, you are with the club? Fletch: No, I'm here with the Underhills. Waiter: The Underhills? They already left Seor. Fletch: Oh they'll be back. Ted went out for his urinalysis. Alan
Stanwyck: You do own rubber gloves? Fletch: I rent 'em. I have a lease with an option to buy. Fletch:
For another grand, I'll let you take me out to dinner. Pathologist:
Ever seen a spleen that large? Fletch: No, not since breakfast.
[To Gail Stanwyck, who answers the door wearing a
towel.] Fletch: Can I borrow your towel? My car just hit a water
buffalo. Fletch:
This little proposition doesn't entail me dressing as Little Bo-Peep,
does it? Fletch:
I would have been here sooner, but a manure-spreader jacknifed on
the Santa Ana. You should see my shoes.
[Fletch is being interrogated by Chief Karlin and
is giving him attitude] Chief Karlin: What's your name? Fletch: Fletch. Chief Karlin: What's your full name? Fletch: Fletch F. Fletch. Chief Karlin: What do you do for a living, Mr. Fletch? Fletch: I'm a shepherd. Chief Karlin: Why are you doing this, Mr. Fletch? Fletch: I like men. I like to be manhandled. I like you.
[Fletch is being framed for drug possession by two
very large cops] Fletch: Aren't you gonna read me my rights? Cop: You have the right to remain silent. You have the right
to have your face kicked in by me. You have the right to have your
balls stomped on by him. Fletch: I think I'll waive my rights. Chief
Karlin: [to the arresting officers]
Why don't you two leave us alone? Fletch: Yeah, go down to the gym and pump each other. Gail
Stanwyck: Look at her would you look at her. She looks like
a hooker. Could you love someone who looked like that? Fletch: What are you talking about? Of course not! Five,
ten minutes tops, maybe. Stanton
Boyd: What kind of a name is Poon? Fletch: Comanche Indian.
[After paying his ex-wife's attorney, Fletch walks
him to the door.] Fletch: Keep ten for yourself. Go and get yourself a nice
piece of ass.
[After Fletch gets kicked in the crotch] Gummy: Fletch! Are you all right?! Fletch: Oh, yeah. I feel like a hundred dollars.
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