Bend Over...I Beg Your Pardon?

Can't quite place it? I know. It's not entirely of polite society. But it does hold to this week's title for the guy who's not good, has a beard, and in this case, is entirely bad.

Ben Dover: Take off your pants.
Fletch: I don't even know your name.
Ben Dover: Bend over.
Fletch: Ben? Nice to meet you, Victor Hugo.

It goes without saying that Fletch Lives was a far far inferior film to the original Fletch, however, the scene was pretty damn funny; And, the guy with the deusch-baggish beard and eye makeup had a beard; And he wasn't particularly good; He did molest a dead horse afterall. So, he shall be the character whom bears the sceptor and proudly, errh, carries the distinguishing scarlet letter that shouts to the high heavens that he isn't particularly a good guy, and in this case, he isn't particularly good at growing a beard. Two thumbs down in this case.