Fucking destroyed me. I was 20 years old. I grew up with Toy Story. The symbolism of Andy putting away his childhood and moving on... Ugh. It's probably the ugliest cry I've ever had in a movie theater, over a goddamned animated film series about sentient toys that play dead when humans are near. It was also a surprising gut punch. I couldn't believe how hard that shit hit me and the people I went with.
Oh also shout-out to the incinerator scene giving me a huge dose of existential dread.
Oh also shout-out to the incinerator scene giving me a huge dose of existential dread.