Toy Story 3 (2010)
When Toy Story 3 came out, every damn thing was getting a franchise. Lord of the Rings had made everyone think that if you could split your idea into several bits, and hopefully keep it going forever, you were bound to make more money out of it. Harry Potter was split into 8 films from 7 books, Twilight was split into lord knows how many (12?) films, Pirates of the Caribbean was due its fourth doomed attempt, and the Marvel Cinematic Universe was really getting underway. Nobody seemed to want things to just end any more. And then Toy Story 3 came along and taught us that endings are necessary and beautiful, and nothing to be afraid of.
The first time I saw Toy Story 3 I was with my little sis (not the one who has been watching these movies with me) and we had been drinking for several hours leading up to going to the cinema. We also took a bottle of red wine into the cinema and proceeded to play the Toy Story 3 Drinking Game, which we had found online and which seemed like an excellent idea at the time.
There were three things that really ruined our evening that day:
The first was Rule 1: Drink whenever a character mentions the name Andy - if you haven't played this game you might not have noticed it, but during the first third of the movie people are mentioning Andy pretty much every three sentences or so. “Come on, guys, we have to be there for Andy!” “Andy’s all grown up and going to college.” “Andy was throwing us away!” Andy, Andy, Andy. It wasn't pretty.
The second was Rule 4: You had to drink every time Big Baby came on screen, and keep drinking the whole time he was in the shot. Oh boy.
The third was that for the first time I, a grown *** woman, not only cried at the cinema, but stumbled from said cinema tears still streaming from my eyes, leaning on my sister, choking and sobbing. It. Was. Not. Pretty.
So, yeah. Toy Story 3 gets me in the feels.
And one of the things that made Toy Story 3 so great when it first came out was just the timing of it. They aimed the movie squarely at people who had loved the movies as children and had since grown up, maybe gone to university like Andy, chucked out their old toys and developed a (possibly unhealthy) level of nostalgia for their childhoods. It meant that, perhaps even more than most Pixar films, Toy Story 3 appealed to adults as much as children (and obviously I was one of those hapless adults). It told us, ‘It’s OK that you still love movies like this. You’ve grown up and moved on, but your childhood memories should be loved and celebrated.’
Everything in Toy Story 3 points you towards this being the end of a story. Not only do the characters all but turn to the camera and tell you, ‘We all have to grow up and move on’, but the film also contains callouts to things that happened in the first two films, riffs on old jokes, pathos and sentimentality in quantities not present in the first two Toy Stories, and an almost Lord of the Rings-length ‘goodbye’ scene. This is the end of this story, and it’s pretty much perfect.
Toy Story 3 takes the themes that 1 and 2 examined (growing up, friendship, loss) and brings them to their emotional conclusion. There could hardly be a more literal realisation of the themes of loss, acceptance and moving on than the character of Lotso, or the toys literally joining hands to accept their fate in the incinerator. Our boy Woody has gone from the selfish, jealous toy he was at the beginning of Toy Story, to a guy who is willing to accept anything, even death, so long as he’s side by side with his friends, because his life was worth something and is complete. The film is a long, emotional goodbye, which I love and which punches me in the gut every time I watch it. It’s a perfect ending.
Hang on...there’s going to be a Toy Story 4??