High among the underappreciated delights in the career of the great flibbertigibbet Robin Williams is the gleefully twisted 2002 film Death to Smoochy, a blacker-than-black satire of the children’s TV industry that’s never received proper kudos. Time to correct the record: I’ve seen this devilishly sassy and laugh-out-loud film a handful of times and always look forward to another rewatch. Its director, Danny DeVito, and screenwriter, Adam Resnick, take what should be a scrupulously moral and clean industry and apply awfully adult concepts to it, injecting subplots involving revenge and organised crime while commenting on rampant corporatisation and the prioritisation...