Boo! Hoo!

I was sad not to actually cry my eyes out to Toy Story 3. If I hadn't read all the advanced publicity and, frankly, hype, about grown men being reduced to tears, I wouldn't have gone in with that expectation, and would have been happy enough just to be entertained and, toward the end, choked up a bit. But I went into the Curzon and strapped on my 3D glasses with the certainty that I would cry all over the inside of them. And yet … I didn't actually release tears from my willing tear ducts.

Boo...