

Nothing is particularly egregious about Angus MacLane’s film, which tosses its bulbous-jawed hero into a narrative of planet colonization and time dilation that feels a little like diet Interstellar. Or perhaps I’m most confused by the fact that Lightyear is billed as a movie from the fictional universe of another movie, even though what is actually playing out on-screen is formulaic to the point of dullness.

Read: The Toy Story trilogy gets the epilogue it deserves Canonically, I suppose this in-universe movie would have been aimed at audiences from the mid-’90s, even though nothing about it really screams “retro”-but perhaps I’m overthinking things. In case anyone was actually perplexed about why a young child might enjoy playing with a “space ranger” doll in Toy Story, here’s Lightyear, a fairly straightforward epic about an astronaut named Buzz Lightyear (voiced by Chris Evans, rather than Toy Story’s Tim Allen) who fights aliens, fires lasers, and engages in all kinds of cosmic derring-do. Hollywood is so lost in the rabbit holes of its own intellectual property that it’s cooking up origin stories for fictional toys. In theaters this week is Lightyear, an explosive sci-fi adventure that proudly proclaims its purpose in its opening title card: “In 1995, Andy got a toy. Audiences have been asking a certain question for 27 years since the release of Toy Story, practically banging on Pixar’s office doors, begging for an answer: Where did Buzz Lightyear, that film’s grinning spaceman action figure, come from? Well, dear viewers, you needn’t ponder any longer.
