Tintin inspires a lot of metaphysical musing these days.

Such as the allegedly overwhelming case for his gayitude. Ou peut-être non.

And here is Tintin compared to great literature with psychological depth:

… the peculiar brand of obscene surrealism that marks the Pynchonian fantasy is not so far away from certain hallucinatory sequences in Tintin. In The Crab With The Golden Claws the alcoholic Captain Haddock fantasizes that Tintin is a wine bottle and attempts to ‘uncork’ him — a comical fantasy … but one that is not without a sense of violent threat.

Hmm. That uncorking business is a bit gay too? If not a bit too gay? 

Me, I’ll stick to Iznogoud.