One of the first films I ever watched on video, so it'll always have a little nostalgic niche as far as I'm concerned, Snoopy, Come Home! was the second big-screen outing for Charles M.Schulz's Peanuts gang, following on from the success of 1969's A Boy Named Charlie Brown, and quite a few people were surprised when it turned out to be a significant box office failure - in fact, it failed even to recoup its $1 million budget. It's easy to be clever in retrospect, but I can't help thinking that one of the reasons for its failure is the fact that the whole thing is just too downbeat. Melancholia was always a large part of the Peanuts universe, but here it's married to a strangely creepy, botched, cut-adrift tone, as if the makers were trying to make the film all things to all people. Snoopy and Linus indulging in a Laurel and Hardy-style escalating tit-for-tat fight doesn't feel right, and neither does the inclusion of that hoary old cartoon cliche, the chase around a corridor with multiple doors on either side. For much of the film, the characters are either moping, complaining or hurting each other, which doesn't exactly make for fun viewing - though the Monopoly game, the visit to the carnival and some of Snoopy and Woodstock's scenes together are perfect Peanuts moments. The much-admired kiddie jazz of Vince Guaraldi has been replaced by some forgettable Sherman Brothers songs and a brash, peppy Don Ralke score, equal parts MacArthur Park and the Fifth Dimension, and the palette of gaudy primary colours traps the whole thing permanently in the early seventies like a fly in amber. All in all, it's better for older children or adults on a nostalgia trip than something for youngsters, and it remains the weakest of the four Peanuts films - I'd still rather see Bon Voyage, Charlie Brown again.