Toy Story 3

We went to see Toy Story 3 this past weekend.

First, I would like to comment on the brilliance of the merchandising scheme. Instead of a movie where you need to come up with toys to sell, like the Star Trek bobble head dolls or the amaing Indiana Jones Chinese yo-yo whip, simply make a movie about TOYS! Then you can actually SELL THOSE TOYS! And most of them are already existing toys! Mr. Potato Head! Army Guys! Barbie! But that's not really enough, apparently, because there are a number of different kinds of Woodys and Buzzes out there, including, oddly, Hot Rod cars decorated in helmets and hats, as though the toys were some kind of odd Transformers.

My kids love Toy Story. There's something about Woody And Buzz that little boys fall in love with. We have the fist one on tape (yes, tape) and they've seen it about 351 times. In case you haven't seen in, Toy Story is about toys that belong to a little boy names Andy, and how his favorite toy, Woody, reacts when a new toy, Buzz Lightyear, threatens to take over as Andy's Favorite.

Well, Toy Story 3... Andy goes to college. And he doesn't play with his toys anymore. And he has to decide if they will get thrown away, donated, stored in the attic, or if he's going to bring them to college.

Let me say that one more time: Andy is going to college.

Yes, I cried.

And that's where the movie starts. If you have a kid to take to see this movie, or aren't afraid of going without one... Barbie and Ken were my favorites.