Review: Confess, Fletch
Jon Hamm plays
the title smart arse, a former investigative journalist who gets caught up in a
case involving kidnap as well as the theft of a Picasso. Lorenza Izzo plays the
daughter of a Count (Robert Picardo of all people), with Marcia Gay Harden playing
her stepmother. John Slattery is Fletch’s former editor, and Kyle MacLachlan
plays a germaphobe art dealer.
With all due
respect to the original stories by Gregory McDonald, if you’re gonna do a “Fletch” movie,
you’re gonna be compared to the Michael Ritchie/Chevy Chase vehicles because
those are more well-known. In other words, you better be damn funny if you
don’t want to end up looking like a damn fool. I love the 1985 “Fletch”,
and whilst Jon Hamm isn’t miscast as the title smart-arse detective (Jason
Sudeikis would’ve been even better), this 2022 film from director Greg Mottola
(the genuinely funny “Superbad”) and co-writer Zev Borow (a story
editor on TV’s “Chuck”) just can’t compete with even the
underrated “Fletch Lives”. It’s not a bad film, it’s just not
memorable, and more importantly it’s not funny. Hamm has a certain dry, glib
delivery but not quite on the level of Chase. He and Lorenza Izzo are OK but
not very interesting either. Marcia Gay Harden swings and misses as she does
about half the time as an actress for me. The only real standout in the cast is
a foul-mouthed John Slattery as a professional colleague of the title
character.
Bland,
unfunny, and forgettable. If it had at least been funny I feel like the film
could’ve worked. As is, the laughs aren’t there and the mystery is pretty
tedious. It isn’t the worst film in the world, but if it had been
that might’ve at least made it halfway interesting.
Rating: C
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