Toy Story 3 was the first of three movies I watched while on a plane to China. I liked it, but didn’t love it. And I don’t mean ‘I didn’t love it’ as a polite way of saying I disliked it, I just … actually didn’t have any great love for it.
(Man, it feels really weird to have a lukewarm opinion of something that got 99% fresh on Rotten Tomatoes.)
It should be worth noting that I have no particular recollection of watching the first Toy Story, though I do recall the second, as I had it on VHS back in the day. I haven’t watched it in forever, but I do remember most of it.
The plot of this third installment centres around the fact that Andy is now off the college, throwing the fate of the toys into uncertainty. Things haven’t been going well for them for a while – they haven’t been played with in ages – and now they don’t know if they’ll ever see Andy again. Through a series of unfortunate events, the toys all end up being donated to a daycare centre. Havoc ensues.
I found this to be an acceptable movie. As can generally be expected from Pixar, the animation was excellent, the story inventive and original. There was humour, there was suspense, there was no shortage of moments that tugged on the heartstrings. I can’t really find any fault with this film, other than the fact that it didn’t really speak to me and I have little emotional enthusiasm for it.
Perhaps one reason for this is because I never had many toys when I was younger, and I don’t remember ever playing with what I did have in the highly-imaginative, acting-out-a-play kind of way that Andy does. So of course, those scenes weren’t too relatable to me.
Nonetheless, I recognise that Toy Story 3 is a pretty good film in terms of everything but my own lukewarm subjective reaction … which I can’t actually really explain. While I wouldn’t go out of my way to recommend it, I did enjoy watching it, and it’s worth a couple of hours of your time if you’re interested.