Fletch Lives

Year: 1989
Studio: Universal
Director: Michael Ritchie
Cast: Chevy Chase, Hal Holbrook, Cleavon Little, R Lee Ermey
I never got much out of the original Fletch but really enjoyed this sequel, one I now recognise as being pretty asinine.

Chevy Chase, where did you go? You relied on the same sarcastic goofball persona through so many movies and the last time I saw you was as Naomi Watts soft-spoken agent in the undiscovered gem Ellie Parker.

In a move that has nothing to do with the original story, Fletch discovers he's the heir to a huge southern plantation. In true Fletch style, something's not right, especially when he takes the foxy southern belle realtor to bed and she winds up dead.

So he goes on the trail in his inimitable style of various disguises (Claude Henry Smoot, Elmer Fudd Gantry, et al) to get to the bottom of the mystery, and the plot's a throwaway device to give Chase room for the sort of mugging Jim Carrey made even more famous later.

And if you're interested in completely indulgent trivia, this was the first film I saw with a Hoyts VIP Gold Card which more than any other started me on the road to being a movie buff.

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