So I just had to write a review on Pixar’s movie Coco. I waited so long to even watch it. I’m not one to prolong watching Disney movies usually, but I just felt I needed to watch it when the time was right. Now all I watch is Coco between that, Moana, and Boss Baby. (Alice really likes this movies) When I first watched it, it was the first time in a long while I spent the entire day with Alice. I set aside my homework, no grandma’s house, no chores, just me and Alice. And we watched Coco. It was such a beautiful movie; in essence and in soul. Now if you hadn’t seen the movie already, don’t read this because it contains spoilers! Just hit up Netflix and go ahead and watch it. It is the perfect movie for family. The story wasn’t the only thing that was spectacular but the quality and visual aesthetics were entirely pleasing. Truly one of Pixar’s best masterpieces.
How I regret waiting so long to watch such important movie that teaches about family, music, and love. This movie isn’t like Pixar’s normal movie at all. This had absolute sustenance, so much that I wished I had a box of tissues, because it was hard to try and overcome the swelling tears in my eyes. There’s captivating musical numbers, heart-breaking betrayals, and unforgettable authenticity. It speaks on what we some might think of the great opaque journey that is waiting for us.
There is a young boy named Miguel, who loves music and felt he was destined to be; a musician, much like the “greatest musician of all time,” Ernesto de la Cruz. This same musician met his untimely death in 1942, when a giant bell crushes him during a performance. Everyone in Miguel’s family immediate and extended do not approve of his dream. Much to their dismay was because his unnamed great-great grandfather left his wife and daughter to pursue that same dream, (this leading Miguel to believe Ernesto to be him.) That daughter is none other than his great grandmother, Coco, who happens to be the soul of the story. Coco’s mother, took it upon herself to find a way to take care of her daughter and eventual very large family, with their very successful shoemaking business. Music was just another thing in which should not be named. But this same forbidden talent some how manages to make Miguel end up in the land of the dead, which sets him on a path to retrieve the blessing of De la Cruz so he can return amongst the living and live out his ultimate dream.
Like many Disney movies, comes the opportunity for an unexpected but some how super-important-later wingman, to take part in said journey. Miguel meets Hector. A peculiar, quirky fellow who also shares a love for music and expresses a desire to help Miguel. In return he requests that Miguel put his picture up during what they call, “Dia de los Muertos,” the Day of the Dead, a Mexican tradition that last from October 31st to November 2nd, in which the living remember their loved ones who have died. For Hector it is important, that he is not forgotten.
With this tale that spins on cultural tones and child friendly flair, it is far from haunting. If anything it is more comforting to help a child have a different outlook when watching the movie. It is both heartwarming and rewarding.