Just got back from seeing Toy Story 3. Words can honestly not describe it. If you haven't seen it, you're wasting time reading this when you could be out having your heart broken so good.
I was 8 when Toy Story came out, back in 1995 (it's hard to believe it's been 15 years). I remember seeing it and thinking "Whoa, cool!" It was a fun movie about toys, and it was in 3D! And everyone's friends in the end, hooray! A true classic, and the movie that put Pixar on the map.
I was 12 when Toy Story 2 came out in 1999. While by no means a bad movie, it was unfortunately pretty forgettable. It was a sequel of average proportions, not losing the luster of the first, but not really extending past either. And so the toys went into their chest for 11 years.
So now it's 2010, and Toy Story 3 has finally landed. While the first two were definitive kids' movies, this one seems to go far and beyond. While it's still fun and funny and kid-friendly (mostly because they may not understand what's going on in some situations), there is definitely a large portion of it geared directly at my generation. The twenty-somethings. The young adults who were children when Woody and Buzz first arrived.
And really, that's what the movie's about. How long can you really hold onto childish things? Everyone grows up someday, but what happens next? Toy Story 3 tackles that idea head on in many truly heart-wrenching ways.
I refuse to spoil this movie for anyone, but I will say this: steel yourself when you finally see it. The climax is, in a word, devastating. Again shining a light on us twenty-somethings that grew up with Woody and Buzz and the rest, this movie takes a cast of characters known for being fun-loving and carefree, and casts a dark, menacing shadow. No toy left behind, indeed. Toy Story 3 is an absolute masterpiece.
You've got a friend in me,
rickie-d
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