Obviously, any sequel or continuation of any story, especially in the movie business, is inherently pressured to live up to the original's reputation. But Marvel somehow has a very potent immunity to this "Sequel Curse," as I like to call it; it's honestly more difficult for me to review a Marvel film out of any others, because I always feel like I'm repeating the obvious; that the movie is fantastic, that it's fun, it's funny, action-packed, filled to the brim with Easter Eggs that only the hardcore comic nerds understand, everything of that ilk.
According to my mother, the man who looked well over 40 years old that sat next to her started sniffling quietly before bursting into tears at the final scene of Toy Story 4. I immediately figured that he must have been one of the thousands of kids in 1995 who got to see the first film in theaters—back when just the idea of a fully CGI-animated film was as revolutionary as the technology the Pixar team used to create it.
Walking past the door my jacket hits the floor–
We were walking home when I realized she was probably an alien.
A couple things I should establish front-up: