Confess, Fletch (2022) review

Former investigative reporter Irwin Maurice Fletcher (Jon Hamm), putzing around Rome, is hired to look for a couple of missing paintings (including a Picasso!) which leads him back to Boston where there's a dead body at the place he's staying ... which forces Detective Monroe (Roy Wood, Jr.) and his assistant Griz (Ayden Mayeri) to consider him a major suspect.  The Fletch character - which was one of Chevy Chase's most 'famous' roles - is known for this sarcastic remarks and somewhat awkward nature, which I'm not sure Hamm truly pulls off, and the movie itself is fundamentally out-of-sorts, trying to balance between being a clever police procedural and a light comedy and being unsuccessful at either.  The few scenes with Fletch and his old pal Frank Jaffe (John Slattery) have the kind of snark and snap the rest of it lacks ... although I feel that's because of a certain connection to an award-winning show that aired years ago (and Marcia Gay Harden is also having some lusty fun as the Countess).  Two stars, it needed a lot more of everything ... except bare feet.