So call me behind the times, but I recently just got done finishing reading Gregory McDonald’s novel, Fletch, which the Chevy Chase flick was of course based on. Might I say loosely based on. For those like me who might not have stuck their noses into the book, let me just say that it’s a terrific read, far funnier and much darker than what the movie became. Entire characters were removed, names changed, subplots deleted, etc. A damn shame. The movie was always one of my fave Chevy flicks, but after reading the book, I can’t say it is anymore. Bottom line is the thing needs to be remade faithfully to the novel. There’s no slapstick bullshit in it, for once, and secondly the dialogue in the book is brilliant. All of this was lost in the movie. In fact, you could turn a shitload of the Fletch books into great movies, I’m sure. I know Kevin Smith was at one time going to film Fletch Won, but other projects got in the way. Fine by me. And as much as I dig you at times, Chevy, you’re just really not Fletch at all. Not once during my reading did I ever picture you, and that’s a good thing.