
Otherwise, the movie is a belated cinematic star turn for a performer who has tended to pick and choose supporting roles, rather than pursuing George Clooney-style TV-to-movie prestige. The running gag about Fletch’s perpetual barefootedness is one of the few moments where Confess, Fletch saddles its leading actor with material that feels a little too shticky for his comedic instincts to sell. In Confess, Fletch, he takes off his shoes and socks at every opportunity and makes a pet issue out of what he sees as society’s pro-footwear propaganda - all as he’s suspected of murder. But in movies, he tends to be unsmiling and weary, often a little menacing. Hamm has played goofy roles in cameos and Saturday Night Live sketches, and he’s parodied his own image as Gabriel in Good Omens. In Confess, Fletch, as “investigative reporter of some repute” Irwin Maurice Fletcher, he’s still further afield than usual from Hamm’s smooth image.


Granted, the man who became famous as Don Draper on Mad Men hasn’t always been as well-dressed in movies as he was on that near-perfect show. In the spring-stepped new mystery-comedy Confess, Fletch, Jon Hamm faces what may be his greatest acting challenge ever: playing a man who disdains shoes.
