‘There’s a snake in my boot…’
Toy Story 3… boy, what a film that was. I felt every human emotion watching that damn movie. Happy. Sad. Hungry. The whole nine yards. How can you top that? It was the perfect end to an almost perfect franchise produced by the world’s most magical production company, Pixar. I have written before about my all consuming love for Pixar. I have also written before about my continued regression into adolescence like a chubby Benjamin Button. These twins loves may be related…
Toy Story 4 then. Much in the same way that Avengers: Endgame drained Infinity War of all its visceral power, the big worry here was that this fourth instalment might negate the fantastic work that Toy Story 3 did back in 2010. But this is Pixar. This is Tom Hanks. And so, predictably, this is brilliant.
A roadtrip to the very heart of Americana finds Woody in the midst of an existential crisis. Meanwhile, a fork named forky also questions the very nature of existence.
Toy Story has always posed the big philosophical questions but this entry is perhaps the one that asks the most profound questions. What is life? What does our inner voice mean? Will Tom Hanks ever go for breakfast with me? As ever, the new characters are beautifully rendered, both in terms of animation and personality, and the plot, while relatively straightforward, is beautifully executed. Also, those ventriloquist dummies are genuinely disturbing…
And so, to what is almost certainly the end of an incredible franchise. And what a conclusion. Woody finally gets the coda he deserves, Buzz learns to stand on his own two feet and Jessie… well… you’ll have to watch it and see.
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