Wow. Toy Story 3 was really, really good. And the ending made me a little…well, the air conditioner vent happened to be aimed at my face and my eyes worked a little more than normal to stay moistened. Luckily they didn’t work hard enough to make me look like I was crying, just enough for me to look a little misty. Stupid air conditioner vent.
Yes.. I think I had the same seat at the theater myself.. That or they stuffed the seat cushions with something I’m allergic to.. stupid seat cushions…
Being the incredibly macho manly man that I am, I didn’t let little inconveniences such as the air or allergens or the cinema exploding and burning down or the ninjas attacking the moviegoers bother me at all during my own viewing of Toy Story 3. However, I must have had a little bit of spray from the big manly bottle of pure capsicum I was drinking get into my eyes. Yep. That must have been what it was.
Despicable me was very good. Gru reminded me of myself.
Yeah, saw it this afternoon. It’s.. well, cute. Good story, if predictable. Good for the kidlets, in any case. It may have been a stronger movie without the Minions, though. I mean, sure, cheap gags are fine, but you could’ve worked in more character development and story without compromising it.
