Well, heck, I cried, too, at all the emotional moments. I also yawned a great deal and scratched my head into a bald spot at the basic set-up, but differences of opinions make horse races.
I do question the suggestion that nailing the toys from our youth makes for good cinema. It's just another example of "getting the period right," something that Hollywood does very easily in many movies we would not hesitate to pan.
As for childhood toys I think I'm down to my old baseball bat, autographed by Bobby Murcer back when he was still the next Mickey Mantle. Now, well, he's dead. I kept my childhood baseball glove (Ted Sizemore) until it molded in the closet. I think I would still have my childhood baseball cards, except my mother threw them out one year in a cleaning fit. I still haven't forgiven her. I worked hard stealing those.
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