If you cry at films I urge you to bring a box of a tissues with you for Toy Story 3, and if you don’t, I still urge you to bring a box of tissues with you. The final instalment of what can now safely be called the greatest movie trilogy of all time is simply stunning. All of the elements that make Pixar movies just about the best movies being made these days are exploited here, rendering a seemingly unnecessary sequel (how perfect were the first two?) almost essential. They should give master-classes to other filmmakers on the telling of a story, engaging the audience, creating character empathy and seamlessly gluing all that together. Particularly impressive is their new ability to make almost anyone cry. The ending of Toy Story matches Up’s phenomenal beginning montage for cry-worthy-ness. (3D glasses most essential feature here being the covering up of tears, rather than the 3D itself which is hit and miss as ever.)

The opening sequence owns Inception for action! The whole thing is just ten times funnier than anything Woody Allen has produced in the last 30 years (Spanish Buzz, Tortilla wrap-Mr potato head, fucking KEN!). And it’s undoubtedly sadder than Dear fucking John.

Pixar haven’t exactly made their best film to date though as some critics would have you believe. Toy Story 3 lacks the absolute perfection of it’s predecessors’s for the addition of a horde of futile new characters and the fact that it deals with the same theme as Toy Story 2, the age old problem of Andy growing up. These however are minor flaws/imperfections on what is probably the best film of 2010 as of yet.

So there you go, Pixar’s storytelling masterminds serve up yet another exceptional film packed with humour, imagination, adventure and emotional resonance. I’ll excuse it for its slight lack of direction at times because it has provided me with something rare and sort of unexpected, which is a fitting finale for a film no-one should be ashamed to absolutely love!