Pixar’s latest masterpiece, Toy Story 3,
came out on DVD last week and I really would recommend you grab
yourself a copy of it. The last in the trilogy, this movie ties up the
franchise neatly and fittingly in a tear jerking finale no one will want
to miss.
The
story centres around the lives of a group of toys who live with their
owner, Andy (no relation). Now, ten years have passed since Toy Story 2;
Andy has grown up and is now off to college. Naturally the toys have
become seldom used and now take residence in Andy’s toy chest, never to
see the light of day again.
Persistently,
the toys attempt to get Andy to play with them, but they fail and are
grouped together into a trash bag and hauled into the attic, with the
exception of Woody who gets special treatment and is placed in the box
headed to college. However, the toys don’t make it to the attic, Andy’s
meddling mother mistakes them for trash and leaves them on the kerb for
collection. I wish we still did that here, all these wheelie bins are
doing my head in. But that is a rant for another day...