Toy Story (1-3)
Aug. 4th, 2011 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Well, I've finally watched all three Toy Stories. Not at once, over the last month. Then I had nightmares.
Is it normal?
I liked them well enough, I see that they are good kids' stories, and D loves them, too. I think I liked the second one most of all, and it seems that D liked it the best, too. We got them from the library, so right now only the third is at home, and this is the one he carries around the house.
But the nightmare was real, too. I dreamed about a mother whose kids left for college, and she is home absolutely alone with nothing but alive toys.
Strangely, there was a female military toy unit, built out of random small dolls. It was kind of cool.
Then the mother turned into Alice (Carroll's one) and got lost in Buckingham Palace. It was no less terrifying.
And now I am sitting there and wondering whether it is totally crazy to be freaked out by Toy Story... I mean nothing makes the characters happier than to be owned and played with, and the perfect life is a short period of bliss followed by eternity of despair, and the daycare is hell. And their friends and loved ones are being sold on yard sales or thrown in the garbage... And I am the one who gets annoyed when fairy tales are judged by adult standards and the one who happily reads stories where characters are eaten or meet some other kind of gruesome death – or escape it. Why Toy Story made me sad?
Is it normal?
I liked them well enough, I see that they are good kids' stories, and D loves them, too. I think I liked the second one most of all, and it seems that D liked it the best, too. We got them from the library, so right now only the third is at home, and this is the one he carries around the house.
But the nightmare was real, too. I dreamed about a mother whose kids left for college, and she is home absolutely alone with nothing but alive toys.
Strangely, there was a female military toy unit, built out of random small dolls. It was kind of cool.
Then the mother turned into Alice (Carroll's one) and got lost in Buckingham Palace. It was no less terrifying.
And now I am sitting there and wondering whether it is totally crazy to be freaked out by Toy Story... I mean nothing makes the characters happier than to be owned and played with, and the perfect life is a short period of bliss followed by eternity of despair, and the daycare is hell. And their friends and loved ones are being sold on yard sales or thrown in the garbage... And I am the one who gets annoyed when fairy tales are judged by adult standards and the one who happily reads stories where characters are eaten or meet some other kind of gruesome death – or escape it. Why Toy Story made me sad?
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Date: 2011-08-05 04:04 pm (UTC)I wouldn't mind getting lost in Buckingham Palace. Now I want that dream too!
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Date: 2011-08-07 01:33 am (UTC)those mutant toys were seriously creepy.