So immaculate and rich was the idea behind the first ‘Toy Story’ movie – the anxieties of a box of retro toys – that releasing a similar sequel worked like a dream. Seeing the film ten years later – and in the mighty shadow of Pixar’s recent masterpieces – the film feels a little chaotic, safe, tired on its feet: deficiencies that remastering it in 3D (which adds less than nothing to the viewing experience) serves to expose rather than conceal. I know, saying you’re not a huge fan of ‘Toy Story 2’ is like admitting you don’t like throwing snowballs or eating ice cream, but the familiarity of the characterisations and the story arc (not to mention the smug humour) make this a film of great moments rather than a brilliant whole. Still, the scene of Jessie the Yodelling Cowgirl singing about being dumped by an owner is a complete heartbreaker and a clear forerunner to the riskier material that Pixar would tangle with in future projects. In short: 3D, go home!