A sequel to A Charlie Brown Christmas, in which the Peanuts gang has grown up to be emotionally vacuous, unhappy people in huge homes in Connecticut, and raise children whose trauma is witnessing that sort of worthlessness, and wondering if it's genetic, another miserable inheritance. Funny, poignant, damning.
The scene that has stuck with me was the exterior and interior at the dry dock, where recreational watercraft are stored so the wealthy don't have to maintain them. Charlie carries most of the expressed emotional weight of the film, trying desperately to get an adult to hear him, but they're wrapped up tight in white shrink-wrap, boats not doing what boats are made for.
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