The Adventures of Tintin


Tintin is one of the few areas in life where I can not, and probably will never be able to, remain impartial.  Oh, I know the faults.  There’s very little character depth, especially on the part of the boy-reporter Tintin.  (We never see him working, even though technically he’s a reporter.  And where does he get all the money?)  The situations are largely improbable.  Many of the stories, especially those involving non-European characters, are grossly typecast and positively racist, seen today.

But I can’t see them that way.  Why?  In a word: Adventure.   […]