Fumettophobia is largely a polemic in support of comic books and graphic novels. It really adds little to the understanding of the format or it's history but nevertheless makes a spirited defence of the leave-the-kids-alone variety.
Bizarrely however, maybe in a fit of counterculture overexcitability, hyperbole rears it's head for the zillionth time as the documentary begins to overstate the revolutionary potential unleashed by looking at Crepax's drawings of Valentina's tits or pictures of chubby Gauls.
The case for the educational value of reading is made, and made well, the defence of the medium against the conservative and censorious neo-bookburner busybodies of the type that would later inspire the term video nasty is also excellent. However it should have been painfully obvious at the time that even were the necessary liberalisation of the art form to prevail it was unlikely that the masses would one day dare to dream that they could revolutionize society and overthrow the banking system, as the film suggests they should, under the banner of Valentina Rosselli's minge.
The medium would, however, inspire Corrado Farina to make Baba Yaga.