Danger is around every corner when you’re an “anonymous” journalist with a drug beat and alimony to pay. Luckily, Fletch, known as Jane Doe to his readers (we assume he has some, but no one ever confirms this fact) is mediocre at disguise and masterful at confusing his targets with jibber jabber.
Fletch finds himself in the crosshairs when he’s asked to commit murder by a mysterious rich Mormon who mistakes him for one of his many alter egos; I mean, who wouldn’t trust thousands of dollars and a carefully coordinated murder plot to a drug-addled beach bum? There’s a foxy blonde, an angry Doberman, and Geena Davis has a dude’s name. It’s funny and confuddling. It’s Fletch.