Here Comes Toy Story 3
I've always been a firm believer in the old adage "let sleeping dogs lie." Even if I really think a dog will enjoy something I'm seeing, if that thing's asleep, I'd rather let him miss it than not let him lie. John Lasseter is not a believer in letting sleeping dogs lie, and, in this case, the dog is the Toy Story series. Lasseter is shaking that dog, gently whispering in its floppy ear, "Hey, I've got a bone for you to bite into. It's called Toy Story 3. I'll get the voice actors back, bring in Michael Arndt for the screenplay. Ever heard of a little picture called Little Miss Sunshine? He wrote it. Oscar-nominated for it. How about that bone, pooch?" The dog bites, and grosses $350 million domestic, but it's widely acknowledged that the dog is really bleeding the concept of self-animate toys for all it's worth, nearly as much as I'm bleeding this idiotic analogy.