I just saw Toy Story 3 a couple of hours ago, and let me tell you -- it's a powerful experience. I've been waiting eleven years for the next chapter in this astonishing series, yet while watching the film it hardly felt like over a decade because of close I felt with these characters. It's important to note that I grew up with the first two films; I owned the videos, I played with the action figures, and the original holds a special place because it was the first film I ever saw in theaters. For a cinephile, that is a landmark. The movie deals with the heavy issues of mortality, loss, truth, courage, and love - all of these themes are weaved in a beautiful way with care. It's forthright clarity of genuine emotional honesty is the film's biggest achievement. That final scene ends on a rich, resonant note, but it wasn't until about an hour later that I began to cry. The feelings sunk in then it all came out. To grow up with these toys and their shining humanity, and then see the story come to an end - an end which deals with moving on and becoming complete - is something that is truly emotionally engaging. Maybe the adventures of these toys reflect a humans life cycle so precisley is the reason we connect to them so well. In fact, these are humans trapped in a toys body.
But, no matter what, the memories, the laughs, and the life will forever continue to endure.
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