There was something charming about the cognitive dissonance of the original Toy Story: a state-of-the-art computer-animated cartoon about the tactile pleasures of playtime, a glimpse of the future suffused with nostalgia for analog textures. Understood in retrospect as the primal scene of the Pixar empire, John Lasseter’s film warrants consideration as one of the last truly important Hollywood movies of the 1990s, or maybe the first blockbuster of the 21st century. Its only real competitor on that front might be Terminator 2: Judgment Day, its secret spiritual twin. “Cool, my own Terminator,” says Edward Furlong’s John Connor after realizing that Arnold is at his beck and call; it’s fun to play with action figures.
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