A Doonesbury Special offered a disillusioned generation its own Charlie Brown Christmas

For the past three years, The A.V. Club has devoted the month of December to reflecting on our favorite holiday entertainments, and this year is no different. It’s a feature so nice, it’s never had the same name twice, and this year it’s the 12 Days Of Non-Denominational Winter Holidays. Today: 1977’s A Doonesbury Special.
On the back porch of a country house on an autumn evening in 1977, a ponytailed blond girl named Ellie explains what she thinks the “revolution” of the 1960s was all about. “Well, it was against, um, what’s-his-name, Nixon,” she says. “And it was… fun. And usually held outdoors.” Perennial college student Mike Doonesbury tells Ellie that the 1960s were “more complicated than that,” adding, “We’re still all trying to figure it out.” To which Ellie asks, “What happened to everyone after it was over? Do you keep in touch? Do you have a newsletter or something?”
For millions of people in the 1970s, Doonesbury was that newsletter. Garry Trudeau’s comic strip debuted in newspapers in October of 1970, and by 1975 had become the first strip to win a Pulitzer Prize for Editorial Cartooning—to the consternation of both editorial cartoonists and Trudeau’s colleagues in the funny pages. Doonesbury tackled the issues of the day, from Watergate to Vietnam, with the righteous wit that people today look for from the likes of Jon Stewart and John Oliver. But it was also a character-driven strip, about a group of activists, feminists, reactionaries, and stoners living on a commune outside fictional Walden College. In its early years, Doonesbury covered the long hangover from the heady rush of the hippie era, and dug into how a generation was clinging desperately to what it had accomplished even as the rest of the culture lurched ahead. Trudeau struck a measured tone toward these lost souls and stubborn holdouts. He was at once critical and affectionate—and more than a little wistful.
On November 27, 1977—a Sunday night, at the end of a long Thanksgiving weekend—NBC aired A Doonesbury Special, a half-hour cartoon written and co-directed by Trudeau, working with animators Bill Littlejohn and Faith and John Hubley. In the wake of the phenomenal success of 1965’s A Charlie Brown Christmas, it’d become something of a rite of passage for a popular comic strip to get its own animated special, even when the strip was as offbeat as Trudeau’s. So A Doonesbury Special was a major event. It was John Hubley’s last project—he died while the cartoon was in the early stages of production—and it was taken seriously as a short film, picking up an Oscar nomination and winning a special jury prize at Cannes.
The acclaim was justified. A Doonesbury Special is magnificent, even just as piece of animation. The Hubleys and Littlejohn retain the light, loose illustrations of the 1970s Doonesbury, while adding movement in multiple dimensions. Trudeau was reportedly convinced that a TV special would work after he saw a test sequence animated by Littlejohn, who didn’t just move the characters in the flat, left-to-right way of most low-budget television animation, but instead had Trudeau’s creations turning and gesturing with a convincing naturalism. The cartoon’s voice-work matches the art, as characters speak softly and often talk over each other, Robert Altman-style. There’s a gentleness to A Doonesbury Special that captures Trudeau’s spirit. For a strip that engaged directly and provocatively with politics, Doonesbury was remarkably non-strident. Trudeau had a slant, but he tended toward empathy with both his own characters and with the real public figures that he spoofed.
A Doonesbury Special isn’t holiday programming in the usual sense. It does contain one short sequence—taken directly from the comic—set at Reverend Scot Sloan’s “rock ’n’ roll Christmas pageant,” and it does begin with a communal meal. Otherwise, it flows from one set piece to another, mostly adapted from popular Doonesbury strips and recurring gags. There’s a scene of free-spirited weed enthusiast Zonker disrupting the conservative football hero B.D.’s huddle with his philosophical discussions. There’s a scene of middle-aged middle-class dropout Joanie Caucus adjudicating a dispute about women’s lib at the daycare center where she works. There’s a musical number from soft-rock superstar sellout Jimmy Thudpucker, styled to look like a mid-1970s Stephen Stills, complete with football jersey and feathered hair. All of these bits are in line with Doonesbury’s sense of humor, which often dropped the rhetoric of true-believers into unexpected places, to call attention to the comic rhythms of speech among people who talk at rather than with each other.