So... Toy Story 3...
My childhood has finally done as it's threatened to do for years now and come full circle. Film has personified my life in so many ways, and to see this movie, at this time in my life... I can't quite explain what it means to me.
On the one hand, I'll be going away soon as well, and many of my friends are moving on right now, the whole climate of my life is in such perfect harmony with that simple children's movie, it's almost farcical. I suppose it was always meant to be that way, we, the children of the nineties, grew up with Andy, even if his almost misanthropic fixation with toys was a little creepy, he was a constant with which we could identify, he was a reflection of ourselves, there to check our progress against. As much as his toys were to him, he was our friend. It's odd seeing a character grow older, and stranger still growing older at the same pace as yourself. I guess what I mean to say is that I'm glad I saw the movie, it filled a niche I never even noticed before. I am content.
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