Toys

Toys

Toys. Sleep has always been an interesting concept and most people can’t stop talking about or emphasizing dreams. Scope out the internet further, and there are numerous antagonistic voices regarding dreams; a common perception is that no one really cares about them. It is a futile endeavor to explain popular culture and the movies that it gives rise to, which such “members” can’t seem to understand – this is the rationale offered by the ‘head in the clouds’ perspective that makes such screens sound bizarre and begging for attention. Officials aren’t interested.

The idea behind Cecil B. DeMille is this whimsical yet engrossing actor who displays sheer brilliance throughout the flick. At some point in the film the audience discovers the protagonist will never achieve their concrete goals as they constantly too detached from reality. However, it was not always the case. There was a time when utterly ridiculous tale plates were balanced by a sweet and poignant ending. It was romanticism at its peak.

God created a man who fancies himself a more influential figure with power. And with dominion comes conflict. Conflict between man and god as one being attempts to seize more than they should. Forget about Kipling’s heroes; all of them are sarcastic wielders of belonging and devotion that constantly praise and worship themselves the hardest. Well, don’t be pessimistic, viewers distrust “the greatest man ever to walk the earth” with all authority, fame, and zenith adoration in view. Because in today’s world, a majority of conflicts only exist in “spheres.”

In referring back to his dream, Toys represents a loss of reality. It is all extremely surrealistic with very bright colors, strange references and only one foot on the hemisphere. Just the way we like it. Each set is different (from the funeral pavilion to the bowels of factory), every character is very strange (Joan Cusack portraying the child like bizarre Leslie’s sister), not even the music would be what one expected.

I am quite certain this picture has been likened to ‘Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory’s such incidences many times, yet it doesn’t really tried to be a Willie Wonka (thank heavens were I to see yet again one of those wretched Oompa inter Usicals I would go on a shooting spree).

At times Toys runs along the lines very much like a comedy where David Williams is a king of his own little sandbox only minus the comedy. The flights of fantasy in fact constitutes the most formidable element in this film but it ultimately does not remain a very subtle portrayal of the line that separates children from the grown ups.

Just as you’ve probably figured out, this is yet another one of those movies that reviewers have slaughtered and that Justin has had the responsibility for, and love, for many years. Personally, I happen to like this movie a lot. It’s funny, funny in a funny way, and has its moments. I will not place it on the shelf inside the “Perfected Masterpieces” section since the film has its share of rough patches which really hampers the quality of the film at times.

For instance, Robin Williams represents the child inside us, the one who never takes responsibility and is always full of creativity. We see him mature into a responsible individual and that hope is somewhat lost (especially during the scene where he sleeps with his girlfriend) and does not come off as very likable. The final confrontation is also very odd, quite simply. A lot of it doesn’t really work, but then again this film is not particularly known for its logical consistency in the first place.

But! Keep your heads up! LL Cool J is crying in this film! Why! No, come on, I just have no clue!

Insanely not for everybody, especially for those that haven’t daydreamed in a long time but maybe for you. Try the weirdness of Toys, and see where you end up.

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