No Toy Gets Left Behind

If you haven't seen it yet then I suggest you lift that butt off where you're seated 'cos you're missing a lot.

Anyway, I am not ashame (when was I ever?) to say that I cried a lot in this movie. Why not? It's the last installment of the first ever Pixar full-length animation film after all. The very thought of not seeing Woody, Buzz and the rest of the gang stirs the belly butterflies into chaos. I am so happy that Pixar and the people behind Toy Story 3 (director, storyboard, graphic artists, etc.) did not fail to deliver a simple yet beyond heart-warming version of their final goodbye to the toys we have come to love and adore.

I really admire how they kept the story simple and how they pulled off a perfect ending. Heck, even Rotten Tomatoes rated it 99% and has only good things to rave about it. As always, I loved Woody - for his cowboy sheriff-y leadership and courage- but most of all, I love him because he has always been the most loyal toy among Andy's. I love the squeeze-aliens and their voices. I love Rex's humor, his fear of the uncertainty (it was most normal) and the fact that he has found someone he can finally relate to. I love Slinky's overall usefulness. I love Barbie for showing the smart side of her. I love some of the new characters as well such as Mr. Pricklepants, Trixie, even Ken's glamorous character! I can't actually think of a thing I hate about this film. By the way, the tortilla version of Mr. Potato was such a hilarious part of the movie that I really enjoyed.

It all comes down to one of the hardest reality that any toy could ever face: the fact that there will come a time when they will be outgrown by kids who own them. I agree with what the Pixar storyboard leaders keeps on telling us: a toy can be found if they get lost, can be fixed when they get broken but you can't fix nor stop being outgrown by a child. I love and perfectly understand Andy's emotions over his old toys. I respect his attachment to Woody, Buzz and the others because they've been together for a long time and had only but the greatest memories with one another (though Andy might never have an idea how his toys tremendously love him). Acknowledging his childhood companions is a courageous act because let's face it, not a lot of kids can do that once they outgrew their toys and move on to more interesting things in life.

For me, they're not just some plastics. They're very much alive in my mind and in heart that somehow they could've actually belonged to me, to us.

I will so miss you guys.