Pixar Studio deserves the avalanche of awards it has won. Every time I think they’re about to blow it with an impossible story (a French rat in a five-star restaurant, a nearly silent film about robots in love) they manage to prove me wrong. Toy Story 3 was no exception. I was worried that they were pushing the franchise too far. The first two films were fantastic, but a third? Surely they’re going to “jump the shark” this time. Wrong again. It was brilliant…the best of the bunch.

There is plenty to praise about the movie, but I want to focus on just one thing—the monkey. The hideous, hilarious, and haunting monkey! For those who have not yet seen the film, the monkey monitors the video surveillance system at…

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman!

I’ve been meaning to write a post about The Dark Knight for weeks, but between family vacations and working on the fall issue of Leadership, I’ve been swamped. I’m a big fan of superhero movies, and this summer I’ve seen a bunch—Iron Man, The Incredible Hulk, and the latest installment of Christopher Nolan’s fantastic Batman series, The Dark Knight. My companion to most of these comic book movies is a psychiatrist from my church who has a penchant for professional wrestling and shares my follicle failings. (I highly recommend watching fantasy movies with a psychiatrist—it’s more fun than applying Freudian dream analysis to nursery…