There was a time when a cardboard box and an idle afternoon were all a child needed to build an entire universe. Toy Story 5 understands that this time is slipping away, and it builds its entire fifth outing around the anxiety of watching it go. Bonnie has a new tablet called Lily Pad now, voiced with unsettling cheer by Greta Lee, and Woody (Tom Hanks) and Buzz (Tim Allen), along with Jessie, find themselves competing with a screen for a child’s imagination for the first time in the franchise’s history.
What the film gets sharply, almost uncomfortably right is the social mechanics of growing up online. Bonnie’s friends from dance class don’t reject her for playing with toys outright; they make her feel uncool for it, the way an unliked photo or an unanswered message can quietly recalibrate a kid’s entire self-image. The film captures how peer validation has migrated onto a screen, and how instant gratification, that little dopamine ping of being seen and approved of, has replaced the slower, messier joy of actually playing. It is a smarter and more specific indictment of social media than most films aimed at adults manage, let alone one wearing a toy box on its sleeve.
The Buzz character gets its own fresh side quest too. Marooned on an island, dozens of freshly unboxed Buzz figures, all chrome, upgraded with new-age confusion start a new mission to get to star command. It sounds like a gimmick on paper, but watching an army of Buzz Lightyears scamper about in unison, with Tim Allen’s familiar delivery anchoring the chaos, is such a gratifying jolt of old-school nostalgia that you forgive it for not doing much narrative heavy lifting.
Blaze, voiced with terrific warmth by Mykal-Michelle Harris, is the film’s clearest answer to all this. She is tech-savvy and entirely her own person, a kid who doesn’t perform for anyone’s feed and finds her joy in horses, dance parties and old, half-forgotten toys rather than approval. She is the film’s conscience, and easily its most quietly radical character.
The humour, meanwhile, hasn’t lost a step. Conan O’Brien’s Smarty Pants is a genuinely funny creation, all dead batteries and wounded dignity, and the film knows exactly when to undercut its own earnestness with a well-timed gag. Technically, Pixar remains in a league of its own; the texture work on the toys, the lighting in Bonnie’s bedroom, the sheer tactile quality of a thirty-year-old animation house still finding new ways to make plastic feel alive, is a reminder of why this studio still sets the bar.
And yet, for all its insight, Toy Story 5 arrives feeling like a conversation we’ve already had. The dangers of screen addiction, the hollowness of validation-chasing, the slow erosion of real-world play, these aren’t new observations anymore; they’re the stuff of parenting columns and TED talks from five years back. Pixar makes the argument beautifully. It’s just arrived a little too late to feel urgent.
Toy Story 5 has all the imagination, craft and heart you’d expect from this franchise. It just spends two hours catching up to a conversation the rest of us already had.
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