If, when you first heard about “Dear Mr. Watterson,” you feared it was going to be some grotesque exercise along the lines of stalking J. D. Salinger, you can relax.
Joel Allen Schroeder’s documentary is a devoted fan’s earnest appreciation of the “Calvin & Hobbes” comic strip. It is not an invasion of famously reclusive creator Bill Watterson’s privacy.
If you did not love that precociously jaded little boy and the stuffed tiger animated by his robust imagination, this is not the movie for you. Same goes if somehow the strip has escaped your attention over the years. The real magic of “Calvin & Hobbes” awaits in any of the many collections.
“Dear Mr. Watterson” is a bit plodding. Even the serious devotee won’t be riveted every second. But if you found the strip hilarious, trenchant and occasionally quite moving, watching bright people talk about “Calvin” is an enjoyable way to spend an hour and a half.
Just one thing. Don’t leave before the end of the credits.