Dear Mr. Watterson

Dear Mr. Watterson illustrates what can happen when a passionate young filmmaker decides to put together a documentary that pays tribute to one of his childhood totems. A warm salute to the acclaimed comic strip Calvin and Hobbes—and, tangentially, its creator Bill Watterson—the full-length debut of director Joel Allen Schroeder does an impressive job gathering plenty of talking-head interviews from notable individuals in the comics world, although not from the press-shy Watterson himself. But even if you share Schroeder’s abiding love for this strip about a troublemaking boy and his loyal tiger, you may still wish that he hadn’t approached the material with such wide-eyed enthusiasm. Dear Mr. Watterson has a lot of passion but just barely enough insight.
Launched in 1985, Calvin and Hobbes followed the exploits of Calvin, an only child, and his stuffed tiger doll Hobbes, whom comes to life in Calvin’s imagination. Ten years later, the strip ended, leaving behind a legacy as one of the funny pages’ most innovative and gorgeously rendered cartoons, mixing wry humor with a wistful philosophical bent. Since the final strip on New Year’s Eve 1995, Watterson has mostly stayed out of view, something of a J.D. Salinger of the comics world. That shunning of publicity, along with his refusal to turn Calvin and Hobbes into a cash cow by rejecting lucrative licensing offers, has only heightened Watterson’s artistic stature. In a world of mostly disposable strips contained within the pages of shrinking newspapers, Calvin and Hobbes (alongside a few other notables such as The Far Side) remains culturally significant—maybe even more so now than during its celebrated run.
For people like Schroeder, Calvin and Hobbes is also meaningful because it came around during their upbringing. The strip’s portrayal of the big, scary world, which was reflected through the eyes of an impressionable kid, served as a handy guide to young people at the cusp of their own adolescence. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that Dear Mr. Watterson has all the geeky, fawning, slightly embarrassing energy you tend to witness when star-struck fans meet their heroes at red-carpet premieres. Narrating Dear Mr. Watterson and structuring the interviews around his personal story to get to the bottom of why Watterson’s work resonates with so many people, the milquetoast Schroeder doesn’t have the perspective to recognize that—an utterly nice guy though he may be—he’s not nearly entertaining or compelling enough to be the focal point of a documentary.