I firmly believe that our first love is not the one we danced with during Prom. Mr. or Ms. Right isn’t the one who kissed our left cheek while watching the sunset behind the school building. He or She isn’t the first one who gave us candy when we were in kindergarten. Our first love is in reality, inanimate but figuratively, alive – our toys. Toy Story 3 is the most innocent definition of love.
The movie started by showing the viewers what used to invade Andy’s mind. Every kid’s imagination is priceless and serves as the first draft – the first notion of the innocent and the vulnerable of the world, which in reality is full of murderers, Justin Bieber wanna-be’s, hostage dramas, nuclear weapons and pirated DVD’s. To young Andy, the world has a super hero represented by his beloved cowboy toy, Woody. But then the video of Andy’s childhood was turned off and the 17-year old Andy came into picture. That was very nostalgic.
I felt a lump in my throat during the scene when the toys were devising all means to make Andy play with them once more. I think it’s very stupid because I’m not the type of person who clings to someone who doesn’t want me. At the same time, I think it’s sad. It’s so sad to think that even toys get to the stage of retirement – the point when Andy had finally put his foot down, opened the lid of a box and stored them away. Andy had cleared the level of his life when he felt the need to stick to his toys like glue and will now be embarking on a new journey called college. He will be thrown into a different arena where toys are for play and books are for battle. Whether I like it or not, I see myself in him. I suppose that’s the most important aspect of this movie. It makes people think Toy Story 3 is their life story – third season. We grew up with Toy Story.
The Andy who doesn’t like to throw away his precious toys, and who actually loves Woody in his college dorm made me smile. Like all of us, no matter what our culture is, no matter how different our beliefs are, and no matter how unique we are, we share his attachment to toys. I’m guessing he likes to have Woody as a remembrance of his happy childhood.
I got bored when the other toys got donated to day care students accidentally. I wanted to linger more on Andy’s moments. I would have loved to see more emphasis on Andy’s feelings since I can relate more to humans than well, toys. However, I find it great that the toys were personified since that let viewers see the truth that once you maltreat others, they would always want to get as far away from you as possible. That was how the toys felt when they were mishandled by little monsters who did not know or did not even have this humane instinct to care for toys. Most unfortunately, that is reality. Watching the day care students throw toys around, I was forced to think of a childhood friend who broke all my Barbie dolls. I still curse her up to this day. Another awesome personification was Lotso’s vengeful side. His character really showed that nobody wants to be replaced and that nobody wants to be loved temporarily. I guess it’s normal since I have this firm belief that everyone has felt bitter at least once or twice in his lifetime. Lotso also showed us that despite the normality of his feelings, there’s still the tendency to commit abnormal actions. I mean, it becomes poisonous not only to other people but also to yourself if you overdo things. If you can resist not saving others just because of anger, then that’s abnormal and unreasonable. Too bad, that kind of person lurks everywhere. It’s another reality that Toy Story 3 managed to slap in our face. Let me tell you, I was slapped really hard.
As for the other toys of Andy, human characteristics were most evident because they felt the need to flee from Andy, get a life somewhere and give smile to others. I can’t really blame them since I know I’ll do the same if I were put in the same situation in my future professional life. Though I hate it that they considered Andy as an employer and themselves his employees, I can’t complain that much for Toy Story 3 achieved amazing similarities to what happens in real life. I found myself agreeing to the other toys’ opinions no matter how wretched their decisions would seem to others.
Sadly, the movie failed in one aspect. I got really disappointed with Big Baby’s vengeful character. To be more specific, I got disgusted! I hate the fact that he was depicted as a character that everyone feared. Babies are supposed to be angels, not tools for mass toy destruction. Furthermore, babies don’t usually feel resentful, do they?
I loathe the ending. No exaggeration there. I am a selfish person so if I were Andy, I’ll choose to give those toys to my future kids. Come on, those toys literally saw him grew up! I know Andy can still reminisce without tangible objects, but still, the sentimental values objects hold are priceless. I felt like crying when Andy played with them for perhaps the last time. I also felt like cursing him for going against what I would have done if I were him.
Even though I said I got bored during the scenes when there was no Andy to relate to, I still felt overwhelmed with the intelligent tactics the toys devised for escape. I find those strategies deep in a sense. Maybe I feel that way because of my fascination with action. It is a novelty to see toys in action. I also salute those who gave these toys life. It was amazingly entertaining because the animation was beautiful and the voice actors were superb.
I can say the movie is successful for it was able to suck me into its world, and most importantly, make me feel for Andy and for the toys at the same time. That’s a peak that most movies fail to achieve.
Andy drove away. Yeah, he has a car. He’s seventeen after all. I sighed after the movie ended.
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