Dear Mr. Watterson

Everything you'd expect from a crowd-sourced documentary, designed to celebrate its subject, while mostly just validating the aesthetic taste of its backers.

An hour and a half of hero worship, basically. Fine by me.

It was one of the greats of the now-nearly-defunct Sunday funnies, no doubt. Unfortunately, there's not much cinematic magic in watching the director reading the strip, or hearing various other enthusiasts talk about how much they loved it.

Made by fans and about fans ... it still suffers from a doe-eyed bias.