Every single time I watch that movie, every time, I cry. At the beginning where the mom is recording Andy play, where the toys almost die in the landfill, and when Andy is describing each of his toys to Bonnie, I cry.
Not a loud sobbing.
The type of crying where you just stare at the screen, and your chest aches. Tears leak quietly out of your eyes one at a time for minutes on end, and your breathing becomes more ragged. And you can't seem to stop crying until the part completely finishes or something else distracts you. Yet even so when you think back on those moments your breath catches, your heart skips a beat, and you feel your eyes get red.
When I first saw the movie, at midnight, June 18th 2010, the night I graduated from high school it was even more profound.
It was as if I was watching myself in Andy's shoes. What do I keep? What can I use? What is useless? What to I want to give to my kids?
The internal struggle was brought to life through animated characters on a screen, and as pitiful as it may seem it touched me.
And so, I cry.
I hope I continue to weep, (for being a movie fanatic) I believe that movie was truly worth a good snivel. It was a coming of age story told in three parts.
If you haven't seen it you should, but you must start from number 1. Starting at number three does not give you the base knowledge that you need to love the characters, nor does it give you a close enough connection where you feel the urge to cry.
So start at the beginning, for no story, toy or otherwise, is without one.
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