Profound and heartwarming tale
Pixar is back with another story that makes you grin happily right from the first scene. This one is about life, death, betrayal, and a little boy who crosses over to the ‘other side’ and scurries about in the world of the dead.
There are rail routes in this afterlife, identity checks and Gothic architecture; there’s even some fine urban planning. The dead move around as skeletons, their dangly parts dropping off from time to time. The great achievement of Coco is that it makes these skeletons endearing, makes you empathise with their disembodied souls.
The story is rooted in Mexican culture, and is a plunge into new territory for directors Lee Unkrich and Adrian Molina. A 12-year-old boy named Miguel Rivera (voiced by Anthony Gonzalez), from the small village of Santa Cecilia, wants to sing and play guitar, but his family forbids music. They’ve been shoemakers for as long as they can remember.
In fact, they began making shoes after Miguel’s greatgreat-grandfather deserted his wife and child to pursue a career in music. Mama Coco (Renee Victor), Miguel’s great-grandmother, is the one who listens to the tales of Miguel’s adventures. She is silent now, and very old.
Suffocated in this place where he must sneak around to play, Miguel runs away from home and decides to go in search of his idol, the musician Ernesto de la Cruz (Benjamin Bratt).
He finds himself in the afterworld, where he eventually meets de la Cruz, members of his own family tree, and finally finds an opportunity to perform.
Coco’s theme about the final death, when one fades from the memory of people, is a poignant one and yet the plot moves along at a steady clip.