Four years after Fletch outsmarted Alan Stanwyk and made off for Rio with the lovely Gail, he finds out he has just inherited a Louisiana plantation from his long lost Aunt… but Belle Isle isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
In his mind, the place is a sprawling monument to southern hospitality, where he whiles away the hours serenading the house staff with an epic version of “Zip-a-Dee-Do-Dah”. When he arrives, though, he finds a dilapidated pit… which, for some reason, someone wants to give him a lot of money for.
Of course, it doesn’t help any that his cutie-pie lawyer ends up dead in his bed the next morning, landing Fletch in jail with “Ben Dover”.
Fletch Lives is a tale of toxic sludge, televangelism, and deadly African microscopic termites, by way of the KKK and a ride with the local Harley-Davidson gang (Fletch IS Mr. Harley, after all).
Plus we had Hal Holbrook, Julianne Phillips, R. Lee Ermey, a nice cameo by Phil Hartman, and even Cleavon Little (pseudo-reprising his Sheriff Bart role from Blazing Saddles).
Fletch Lives was a bomb-and-a-half when it hit theaters in March 1989–– it only made $35 million and finished the year WELL outside the top 20 (#35 to be exact), but it’s still Fletch, it’s still Chevy Chase, and it’s still funnier than half the comedies from our favorite decade.
“…while I’m gone see to it Miss Scarlet stays away from the Union army, will you?”
We ♥ Fletch Lives.