What “Calvin and Hobbes” obsessives really crave is a chance to meet the reclusive genius behind the comicstrip — a funny-pages version of “Salinger” or “The Stone Reader
,” perhaps. But as its title sadly makes clear, “Dear Mr. Watterson
” is not that kind of movie. Rather, it’s a love letter written from one of the spiky-haired 6-year-old’s fans to his inventor, padded with interviews from similarly gushy admirers and peers eager to sing his praises. It is, in short, everything you’d expect from a crowd-sourced documentary, designed to celebrate its subject, while mostly just validating the aesthetic taste of its backers. The film began a limited theatrical run Nov. 15 and is available in home formats.
Like Bart Simpson, Calvin will always be the same age in our memory. But unlike Bart, his likeness was never licensed to appear on every product imaginable — an artistic choice that allowed the