When Choice Clearly Dictates Riding The Horse
When it comes down to it, you have one of two feelings associated with your toys from the days in which you ran about unseasoned by apathy, indifference and regret. These are feelings that are either saturated by silent, burgeoning tremors: A shaking that marks the only real way to explicate to the purchasers responsible that they had unlocked your fleeting yet staunch, immeasurable approval....Or the other reaction: Which entails dizzy, nauseating sobbing, going pale, and docile as reality and acceptance waddle past; followed by heedless rage. Things will be broken. Brats made. There is gray area, of course, but we're not talking margins here, we're talking majority: You were spoiled and happy or broken and diseased when a new toy first passed through your fingers. When you wanted Voltron and got Starriors...Lusted after Thundercats and got Centurions.. Those times without money of your own, a struggle of light and dark! ThreeA Toys is the measure of light.
You Expected A Bathroom Mirror?
Had ThreeA existed in the late 70's and early 80's when I was growing up, we very well might have called an early end to the Cold War as world leaders would have been much to busy at craft stores buying up shadow boxes and display cases, fixated with how exactly to pose their newly minted General Zod
, or sulking, armored Paul Atreides
ThreeA spares no detail, agonizing over the minutia, furrowing its brow, the sweat beading, trickling, collecting into a pool inside their wedding rings. This is the essence of prolonged tinkering, adjusting and recalibration. They make the wooden, pious Pinocchio transform into a surly, irritable, angst-ridden boy. There are figures and then there is ThreeA, magnifying the glass to expose other lesser toys to be nothing more than badly damaged puppets. The Isle of misfit toys just became embroiled in famine, an overcrowding as ThreeA takes it place at the throne of how to spend all your adult income.
Once Lovers Now Enemies
Thing is you simply cannot fathom the leap in quality through pictures or in reviews such as this one. You have to see it up close, It has to come knocking on your front door. Halo Reach's Commander Carter rang my doorbell incessantly, pounding on windows until I let him in. He raided my fridge for booze, broiled some chicken and once satiated, demanded a day out. He had errands to run, but he didn't want to go alone...So, off we went. I had no idea....Summer had come early!
Commander Carter impresses. You'll first notice his insatiable girth, he's quite heavy, a faithful recreation of a man weighed down by a bakers dozen of rations, cyanide pills, and portable steel feather bed. Yet he's enjoyable tactile. Carter is all muscle fibers, heat worn, smokey metal. His armor pieces smooth, while curves along the back jut and sharpen suddenly.
Heft however does not spectacular a toy make. It's the many dresses your action figures can choose to dance in. The amount of decorative tapestries to strap to its battle ax. ThreeA has furnished Commander Carter with so much equipment that the act of additions and deletions to his uniform could easily while away the best, most entertaining part of a Saturday night; the logical conclusion culminates in an expansive, written manifesto of all your figure's dress-up adventures...Which you will share with friends come Monday morning. It's the ability to become the character with just enough personality of your own, that makes figures work, and ThreeA provides you with all manner of tools in which to lose your social life, and immerse you in a tenuous, questionable fiction. When picking up Carter though, you have to question: Is he breathing?
She Blinded Me With Science
It's the details though that keep your attention firmly planted upon him. While we stood in line together at Costco, I kept wanting to hold his hand, palm his foot, poke at his helmet visor. Every time I thought there was nothing more to see Carter entreated me to look again, as he had found wrinkles anew. Not to mention, he lights up like a wonderfully gaudy, rundown discotheque, of which the commander was quick to remind me, drinks are not on him, and there was no tab. Too bad he's a penny-pincher.
I could go on and on, but the fundamental difference between Commander Carter and say...97% of the world's toy population, collector and aficionados notwithstanding: He's fun to play with! If you two are sharing space for any amount of time be it walking by his hub on your desk, hanging out with a friend who has him displayed...You're going to want to engage him, fumble with his weapons and magnetic add-ons. He's one of the most incredible shelf-talking toys you will ever come across, most importantly again....He's made for playtime!
Down In Front!
At the end of our day, Carter and I enjoyed a movie and agreed that the entirety of the Prometheus cast should have been killed five minutes into the picture. He spilled soda everywhere and neglected to clean it. Abruptly he sprung to his steel feet and warned of his impending visit the next morning. I better gas up the car; if it were up to him he'd let us ride on fumes all day; which means no air conditioner. 10/10