Has its moments, mostly in the form of some very funny gags, but it feels like the mostly effusive praise is due to our collective refusal to admit this franchise is now less than perfect.
The whole exercise is curiously empty. Forky as both a character and a concept is rife with possibilities (for those who haven't been following the marketing, he's a spork who's horrified to gain sentience after he's made into a toy by the gang's new kid), but any attempt at an arc for him is just abandoned after the first act. Most of the old supporting cast is sidelined in favor of new faces, getting one or two (or even zero) lines apiece, and even Buzz is granted only the most eye-rolling, cursory development. The ending is being lauded as waterworks-inducing, but for me it was where the seams streched to the breaking point; the emotional manipulation is so obvious, the final lines so perfunctory, that it felt like cynicism more than anything.
Also, while I'm sure part of it is simply that I grew up on the original films and not this one, the aesthetic is... really ugly. It's a Frankenstein of photorealistic glitz combined with the classic blocky, stylized look of the toys, one that constantly feels at odds with itself.
Randy Newman remains the GOAT, and Tom Hanks does his damnedest. Keanu for president.