At first, Toy Story 3 struck me as a bad idea. The second movie had seemingly done the impossible by matching (and in my opinion, topping) the first, and had left things on a great note. Why sully it all with a completely unnecessary triple dip?
Well, maybe it wasn't necessary, but it sure was a heck of an encore. It may have had a bit too much of the Pixar schmaltz in places, and it lifted from Brave Little Toaster even more liberally than the first two did... but it was a great escape flick, with strong characterization and completely disarming dramatic oomph. (And some beautifully animated dancing -- take that, Happy Feet!)
So what can I say? I was wrong. By the apocalyptic climax, Toy Story 3 had convinced me that Toy Story 3 was actually a good idea. And that's about the highest compliment I could have given it. Just like the second film (which began as a direct-to-video production with severe script problems), an ill-advised project eventually grew into something really special. Good job, Pixar!
You still haven't sold me on Cars 2, though.