Burt Reynolds, Jack Weston, Tom Skerritt and Raquel Welch star as a ragtag group of
I really like Burt, Tom and Raquel, but since Fuzz is one of those ensemble MASH-style deals where characters come in and out of the story and the plot comes and goes as it pleases, none of them get a whole heck of a lot to do. On top of that, none of the performers have any chemistry together during the ever-so-brief scenes they do spend with each other. The ending is as sloppy as it is stupid and reeks of either sheer laziness or total incompetence, I’m not sure which.
Director Richard A. Colla’s credits are mostly limited to made-for-TV crap (he’s the man who directed the Brady Bunch expose, Growing Up Brady) so it’s understandable why so much of Fuzz is an unfocused mess. I will say this for Colla, he does create an authentic blue collar atmosphere in the scenes that take place in the precinct house. While these scenes work up to a point, it’s the parts where Burt and Tom are running around the city making an ass out of themselves that are totally pathetic. The scene where Tom and Raquel got stuck in a sleeping bag together was good for a laugh though.
Speaking of Raquel, we do get to see her wearing a bra, but sadly we do not get to see Raquel au natural.