toy story and old things

Watched Toy Story 3 today… or yesterday, I suppose, since it is 12:30 AM. I had heard the hype. I had seen the trailer. I saw the YouTube teasers and the little Ken doll tutorials. All funny stuff that got me really excited to watch this sequel. But the thing is, I still wasn’t sure what to expect. I grew up with the Toy Story movies, and they were a big part of my formative years. So, here I was hoping it would live up, and it did.

The emotional journey this movie takes you on is astounding. I laughed hysterically, I was angered at that stupid pink/purple bear (sorry, mini spoiler), and I cried like a baby. Without giving anything away, this movie will tug at your heartstrings, and exponentially so if you grew up with Woody, Buzz, and the rest of the gang.

“It’s a kid’s movie! Why did you cry??”

I don’t know, I guess it’s just one of those things…

This was an amazing movie. It is the best movie I have seen in quite some time… better than “Prince of Persia,” “Get Him to the Greek” (pretty good, though); better than “Avatar,” better than “Iron Man 2.” Pixar is a force to be reckoned with; they know just the right way to bring an audience in with humor and emotional connectivity. “Finding Nemo,” “Wall-E,” “Up,” you name it! These movies are a true testament to the creative juices flowing in the Pixar studios. NOTE to DISNEY: Put out more stuff like this, instead of the stupid crap that you shove down kids throats’ these days.</rant>

But one thing I’d like to address is the idea that old things have some value to it. Toys may become useless to us someday, but there will always be a memory attached to them. We grew up playing with these toys; the lifeless pieces of plastic, polyester, or fur. And I don’t know about other people, but I’m mostly a pack rat – I love hoarding things in closets for the simple sentimental value. Perhaps it’s just a way to have a porthole into the past… a key to a time when the world and you were younger…

It’s like a time capsule that will go on. One day, we’ll look through our closets and find old toys we haven’t touched in years, and everything will come flooding back. “Oh, I played with this T-rex action figurine all day every day for three months!” or “Wow… this dolly stayed by my side when there was thunderstorm and I cried myself to sleep.” Yeah, it may sound silly, but shouldn’t we always keep that child inside of us alive? Our childhood is a big part of defining who we are, so why should we suppress it in a corporate pile of cynicism and grown-upness? It’s been said that cynics are simply people with broken hearts – I’d like to add onto that that cynics are also people who have let that inner-child die. Michael Jackson, who never really had a childhood and tried to make up for it by surrounding himself with children, was falsely accused and crucified by the media for his actions.

We all are really children in adult bodies. No amount of responsibility or professionalism can deny us the fact that at one point, the little things in life fascinated us to no end. So thank you, Toy Story 3, for reminding us all that sometimes we ought to remember and look fondly on our childhoods, thankful that our biggest problems in the world at the time was the latest action figure on the toy store shelves… that many of us thankfully didn’t grow up starving to death on the streets. Thankfully, Andy realized this in the end. We should too.

So there, I got my thoughts out. Call it over-analyzisation on a good movie, or call it whatever you’d like. That’s just what I thought. 🙂

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