I think Pixar are amazing. I can watch A Bug's Life any time, and Wall-E was awesome. Finding Nemo has begun to grate just recently due to over-exposure (it became the Munchie's obsession briefly, but now she's fixated on spooky castles, thankfully, which is making a pleasant change.) but it's still a wonderful film. I'm prepared to admit that.
I just blooming hate Toy Story.
This feeling has been exacerbated by Toy Story 3, which I thought was awful. The dialogue is witty, the animation is perfect, and the voices are brilliant. But I can't get over the fact that it doesn't represent how a child relates to their toys. Children torture their toys. That's what they do. They throw them around and put things in their eyes and draw on them. They don't fondly say goodbye to them before they go to college. Do they? Or is this just me?
I remember pulling the head off my ballerina Sindy, and giving her a haircut, and dressing her up in Action Man clothes and throwing her down the stairs. But I don't think I was particularly aggressive as a child. I also gave her cuddles and stuff, but the good went with the bad. I didn't treat her like a person. I was trying things out on her, and that included being mean.
Kids should be mean to toys. They shouldn't be concerned as to whether that toy has feelings. They shouldn't have to be nice to toys just in case they are actually somehow alive.
I've taken this too seriously, haven't I? Well, I don't like the prescriptive element of Toy Story. Nice children don't blow up their toys, huh? I think they do. In fact, I think it's healthy to do so. So there.
And Toy Story 3 had a rubbish storyline too. It just rehashed Toy Story 2 with a smelly bear thrown in. *pokes out tongue*