the perfect ending to the perfect trilogy in my humble opinion; the fourth movie was good but it could not live up to the glorious standards set by its predecessors.

my waterworks started when andy started taking his toys out of the box and introducing them to bonnie. it was a precious moment cushioned in an age-old memory— of cloud wallpaper, unrestrained imaginations left running wild and reaching for the sky— wrapped in a tight bow of finality. for andy, it…