It’s great.

That’s really all that need be said.

I could talk about Pixar’s peerless storytelling, which they put on display year after year after year, but you know that already. I could talk about how Pixar does drama better than any December limited-release Oscar-bait, and laughs better than the latest Judd Apatow assembly line comedy, and action a metric fuckton better than Michael Bay’s newest FX wankfest, but, again, you know all that.

There are issues one can take with Toy Story 3, such as the villain being too reminiscent of the Prospector from the last movie, or another instance of Buzz being reset to his default, deluded space ranger self. But such issues are easily glossed over in the face of the countless ways that 3 gets things oh so right. In its treatment of classic characters and introduction of new and instantly likable ones, in the earned emotional responses it elicits, in the breakneck action sequences where I was genuinely concerned for the toys survival – through it all, the damn thing just doesn’t miss a beat.

Sequels do not have a good track record, third installments in a series even less so. And it’s never a good sign when your sequel is coming so long after the last iteration in the franchise (remember Indy 4? Yeah, I’m trying not too, either.)

Doesn’t matter. It’s Pixar. And when you’re dealing with Pixar, overall trends are less than worthless and general rules of thumb go out the window. Whatever precedent there is to defy, whatever pitfalls there are to avoid, Pixar will make it work. Because they care. Because they’re the best.

Because they’re Pixar.

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