This year’s 3D animation competition seems to have won a round in DreamWorks, but even though How to Train Your Dragon is generally better than Toy 3, I still like Toy 3.
How to Train Your Dragon dazzled my eyes, and Toy 3 has moistened my heart.
How to train the dragon is very good, but I can't even remember the boy's name anymore. The only picture that touches my heart is at the end, with the broken tail wrapped around the same broken ankle.
Pixar seems to have reached the top technically. I don’t know any special effects it can’t do. Maybe it’s so self-confident, so it can reminisce about time so boldly.
Three problems:
First, the repaired arm of Hu Di in the second part has no traces, and it is a bit incoherent.
Second, My Neighbor Totoro is very cute, very Japanese. It is a pity that China cannot find representative toys.
Third, the Spanish version of Bath and Mr. Slug is so cute!
In the first movie, I was led into the movie theater by my dad, and I really believed in Pixar's fairy tales. I believed that toys had their own world. When I was not paying attention, I would always mobilize for big adventures.
In the second part, I made up for it on the computer in the dormitory. Together with the bug agent team, the ending tidbits are very creative.
The third part saw the end cry and spent my 3D glasses.
Thank you Pixar for allowing me to travel through 15 years.
What a good boy Andy is, he and I are so different. Ever since I was a child, I like to paint on the face of a doll. I took apart the good toys and cut the hair of my favorite Barbie sparsely. Even with such a long childhood companionship, there are no clues now. I have no nostalgia for the time I have traveled, I have not looked back where I left, my lazy business friendship, I hate complicated and cumbersome memory numbers, I never bother to look for broken messages, and I no longer miss the people and things I lost. I also cut my hair last month-I left it since I graduated from high school. I cut it on a whim. I didn't have the slightest hesitation. I was cruel to myself.
I've always been a bad boy, and I can't cherish affection like Andy.
In fact, I have always known that all those lost by me are so precious, and they will never be recovered.
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