I’d never really liked Toy Story. When the first one came out in 1995, I thought it was a damn stupid concept because HERRO, TOYS CANNOT TALK! Actually it was also around the time when I was trying to grasp the concept of ‘grown-up cartoons’, shiny CGI, 3D animation and all. After all, the comfort zone of my growing up involved 2D cartoons. Back then, I thought some things should have remained flat.
As it turns out, I ended up with a nephew who thinks that Toy Story, Woody and Buzz Lightyear are the greatest things on earth since kitsune ramen at Sushi Zanmai. Over the years I watched Toy Story and Toy Story 2 with him, and slowly developed some sort of appreciation for the two movies.
Last Saturday I find myself at the cinema with two tickets for Toy Story 3 and Ryan in tow. Because “it’s June and Mama said Toy Story 3 comes out in June and Mama said she will take me but Mama is busy so Xiao Yi can you take me to watch Toy Story 3 in June please?”
Bloody fantastic. Great end to the Toy Story series. In fact if they were to come out with Toy Story 4, I’d be pissed because Toy Story 3 is an appropriate farewell to the beloved characters.
I also ended up weeping because I can be a girl like that. When I asked Ryan the Nephew if he wept and told him that I did, he looked at me sympathetically, patted my shoulder and said in a consoling voice, “It’s okay Xiao Yi, it’s okay.”
By the way, toys are so expensive! Bloody rip-off. The cheaper ones that is within your budget don’t really look like the ones in the movie. Those that do look like the ones in the movie are SO DARN EXPENSIVE that it’s RIDICULOUS! Did you know that I can eat 40 chap fan for the price of one Toy Story 3 figurine? And of course they are the ones that the kids want because THEY LOOK LIKE HOW THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE!