Fletch (1985)
(On TV, January 2020) The paradox of Chevy Chase is the paradox of Fletch—which makes sense considering how much the film relies on Chase’s comic persona. And that paradox is that Chase’s comedy always ran very close to abrasiveness: arrogance, showboating and self-satisfaction can either lead to good jokes (“I’m Chevy Chase and you’re not” remains a great one-liner) or sheer exasperation. Thus Chase’s performance here as a disguise-loving undercover journalist who turns to amateur sleuthing: while the bones of the story (adapted from an acclaimed Gregory McDonald novel) are solid, the script never misses an occasion to get Chase’s protagonist to play another character, multiplying accents, props, hairstyles and over-the-top histrionics. If you’re a Chase fan, the substantial plotting comes as a bonus to make this a better-than average Chase film; if you’re a mystery fan, Chase’s antics are annoying and stop the narrative drive of the film whenever it indulges him. As far as Chase films go, however, Fletch remains significantly better than the average, even with him indulging in his own worst excesses—director Michael Ritchie walks the fine line between extracting laughs from Chase without necessarily letting him run away with the film. The mid-1980s atmosphere as aged into a period patina and the technical credentials are well in-line with mainstream Hollywood studio polish at the time. Fletch may not necessarily work equally well on everyone, but it usually scores higher than average and that’s not too bad considering the very large Chase-shaped wildcard at its centre.