The Magic of a Toy Story
I love movies, if you haven’t figured that point out yet. I love selecting that perfect seat, settling in with a bag of popcorn and a Coke, and allowing the story to absorb me for a few hours. Luckily, for me, my husband enjoys the experience as much as I do.
This summer, we’ve checked out several of Hollywood’s contributions to the big screen. I won’t bore you with the details of each movie. I want to talk about my favorite from this summer.
I usually don’t expect much from a sequel, and even less if it’s the third in the series, but this summer’s Toy Story 3 challenged that opinion. I recommend this movie to everyone who has not seen it.
I challenge anyone to watch Toy Story 3 and NOT shed a tear or recall some of their own forgotten toys. I found myself wondering about a wind-up bartender that I had when I was five. He poured a drink, took a sip, and smoke came out of his ears. Now today that’s not an appropriate toy for a child, but I loved it! I guess he broke, because I know I never sent him to the curb for the trashman, the horrible fate that frightens the Toy Story 3 characters.
I won’t spoil the movie for those who have not seen it, but I will say that you might not look at your cast-off toys quite the same way again. It’s well worth the price of a movie ticket … and a bag of popcorn…and a drink… and maybe some Twizzlers! Just don’t forget the tissues.