So we finally made our family trip to see Toy Story 3. This was a 'Very Exciting Occasion' for all concerned. We have been to the cinema before, but this was in desperation last winter when we saw ‘Alvin and the Chipmunks 2: The Squeakquel’. Not exactly a momentous occasion.
Toy Story 3 last weekend however, lived up to all the excitement. I remember going to see the first movie as a single, twenty-something hotshot in London (at least, I thought I was a hot-shot at the time). I was even given a present of a Mr Potato Head that year for my birthday. I still have it.
Fast forward to several years later, and I am sitting down with my three-year-old watching the same movie. Of course, he loved it and as our family of three turned into a family of four, we watched Toy Story 2 and Toy Story 1 over and over again. We gained a Woody and a Buzz to go with the Mr Potato Head and pretend that other toys are the rest of the characters. We have coaxed our boys to jump into swimming pools and off high walls by using the ‘To infinity and beyond’ trick. All in all, Toy Story has been quite a part of my life for over a decade now.
So, I was as excited as anyone else to finally go and see the new movie. All four of us sat mesmerised as our friends came to life in front of our eyes. And I mean, really came to life. The new technology is amazing, even if the specs do make you all look like The Two Ronnies.
The 'story' of Toy Story 3 is as well thought out as the animation and I am not ashamed to admit that I shed a few tears. Yes, I cried at a cartoon! Who would have thought it; a grown woman wiping away secret tears from underneath her 3D specs because a little boy has grown up and is leaving his beloved toys behind to go off to college.
Maybe it’s because I’m a soppy old cow. Maybe it’s because I just love Toy Story. Or maybe I cried because I can see that day looming in our future; when all the beloved toy cars, teddies, trains and even Woody and Buzz themselves are packed into a box and stored in the attic for ‘another day’. The toys which I spend half my life playing with and the other half stepping over, or picking up will inevitably be relegated to storage, or a charity shop or - god forbid - a daycare centre! It's just too sad to think about - and now I'm welling up all over again!
Toy Story 3 last weekend however, lived up to all the excitement. I remember going to see the first movie as a single, twenty-something hotshot in London (at least, I thought I was a hot-shot at the time). I was even given a present of a Mr Potato Head that year for my birthday. I still have it.
Fast forward to several years later, and I am sitting down with my three-year-old watching the same movie. Of course, he loved it and as our family of three turned into a family of four, we watched Toy Story 2 and Toy Story 1 over and over again. We gained a Woody and a Buzz to go with the Mr Potato Head and pretend that other toys are the rest of the characters. We have coaxed our boys to jump into swimming pools and off high walls by using the ‘To infinity and beyond’ trick. All in all, Toy Story has been quite a part of my life for over a decade now.
So, I was as excited as anyone else to finally go and see the new movie. All four of us sat mesmerised as our friends came to life in front of our eyes. And I mean, really came to life. The new technology is amazing, even if the specs do make you all look like The Two Ronnies.
The 'story' of Toy Story 3 is as well thought out as the animation and I am not ashamed to admit that I shed a few tears. Yes, I cried at a cartoon! Who would have thought it; a grown woman wiping away secret tears from underneath her 3D specs because a little boy has grown up and is leaving his beloved toys behind to go off to college.
Maybe it’s because I’m a soppy old cow. Maybe it’s because I just love Toy Story. Or maybe I cried because I can see that day looming in our future; when all the beloved toy cars, teddies, trains and even Woody and Buzz themselves are packed into a box and stored in the attic for ‘another day’. The toys which I spend half my life playing with and the other half stepping over, or picking up will inevitably be relegated to storage, or a charity shop or - god forbid - a daycare centre! It's just too sad to think about - and now I'm welling up all over again!
You soppy thing! I must admit, though, that when I went to see it with my eldest boy, I found it incredible. The romance between Barbie and Ken reminded me of the old days (by that I mean the young love - I wasn't a doll 20 years ago) x
ReplyDeleteI cried too. Buckets. AND SO DID MY HUSBAND! (We went, all five of us, to see it at the drive in. It was so much fun.But I still cried.)
ReplyDeleteGet a grip woman. Dry your eyes. Its not real and by the time your kids are teenagers you will wish you had kept toys (esp heavy ones) to throw at their sulky heads! Not that I am cynical mind you., Oh and I HATE cartoons! I suspect they hide evil messages!!!! Have a nice day!
ReplyDeleteOh you big wuss!
ReplyDeleteHaving said that I love Toy Story and - like you, I suspect - know all the lines from 1 and 2 off by heart, so am really looking forward to no.3. Bugger the kids, they can wait for the DVD.
But I will make sure I sit in a wind tunnel whilst watching it so I can claim this made my eye water... just in case.
LCM x
I sobbed my heart out at that movie. I'm not sure if I can ever watch it again for fear of welling up again. It just makes it all that real for me that my children are growing up. Before I know it, I'll be packing up the 14 year old for uni.
ReplyDeleteLook at me -- get it together woman, it's only a cartoon!
ReplyDeleteoh there's nothing like a bit of nostalgia to get those tear ducts flowing. I can;t get my girls to watch Toy Story - 'it's for boys apparently'. I tell them its not, but they won't agree. I desperately want to go and see it! will try again -might have to hide Snow White and Cinderella so they have no choice. Don't even mention throwing out their toys - sacrilage!
ReplyDeleteI took my two big 'uns last week...we all loved it (even my grumpy 13 yr old son who was a Toy Story NUT as a toddler), but there were no tears here.
ReplyDeleteI must be an emotional wilderness.
Mind you, I enjoyed the giant bag of minstrels I horsed into me under cover of darkness...does that count???
XXX
Ah, I get it now why so many people cried. I didn't. It seems such a long way away until my daughter leaves home. I am also tempted on a daily basis to throw half her toys out - they completely take over the house ;)
ReplyDeleteI cried too, mainly because I can already see the signs that my girls - they're 10 and 13 - are becoming young adults and don't need me as much anymore. It's difficult to come to terms with that.
ReplyDeleteAww, you big softie but yes, I cried buckets too - much to the amusement of my offspring who announced the fact that I was blubbing to the packed cinema..
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