(Part 30 of an ongoing series)
What’s the point of prolonging the inevitable? We’re all just one stitch away from here… [points to yard sale] …to there.
Wheezy the Penguin
The Toy Story movies may be love letters to mass-market childhood, yet they refuse to shy away from mass-market childhood’s inherent defects: the disposability, the conformity, the slimy black greed fueling all those plastic factories. And right in the middle of this trilogy there’s 1999’s Toy Story 2— a movie that was supposed to be a direct-to-video cash grab and ended up the centerpiece of an epic meditation on friendship, loyalty, identity, commercialism, abandonment, obsolescence, growing up, and, of course, mortality.
On the surface, the Toy Stories pretend to lift the fairy-tale veil that hides The Secret Life Of Toys; meanwhile, in the marrow, they actually tear down the shroud of disillusionment cloaking a truth children need to hear: We’re all essentially commodities to profit-hungry forces beyond our control, but that doesn’t mean we can’t live rich lives full of love and adventure! To Infinity, And Beyond!
An awfully beautiful message– although considering it was delivered by Disney/ Pixar through one of their Holiday Season Blockbusters, in a way, it also reeks of fat, hairy chutzpah. But hey, as far as works of fat, hairy chutzpah go, Toy Story 2 might be the most magical.