I feel like people don’t truly understand how important Coco is to the Mexican community. I mean we finally got a big screen movie with Mexicans as the main leads! That’s huge! Coco means so much to me and my people. I literally cried when I saw the trailer. For the first time I finally felt like our people mattered, like we existed, and I know that sounds strange but that’s honestly how I felt.
I really related to Coco in Coco seeing Hector sing ‘Remember Me’ to her, before never being seen again (due to death) makes me think of my own father who I lost to Lung Cancer. There is an entire year of my life I don’t remember, but one thing I do remember from that year is when he died. He always used to love music, too, and would sing to me while he used to put clips in my hair when he got home from work (at that point I had just left my bath and gotten in my pjs) when I was a little girl.
My first pet was a Chihuahua named Cocoa. I had her from kindergarten until the day before my prom, when she died. After watching Coco, I really want a Dante plush! Especially him as a spirit guide. It would remind me that Cocoa is waiting for me, that I’ll get to see her again.
One of my biggest dreams is to have all my loved ones in the same room (friends and family). When that day comes, I want to sing “Proud Corazon” from Coco, “What Dreams Are Made Of” from Lizzie McGuire the Movie, and “You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home” from Hannah Montana the Movie
My dad was Cuban, but he died before I was born so I was raised by my white mom. It hit me when I was watching Coco that I don’t know anything about my father’s language or family. I’m taking Spanish now and I’ve gotten in touch with my grandparents. We’re planning to meet up this summer and it’s because Coco reminded me how important family is. Even though I’m not Mexican, Coco means everything to me.
People talk about crying during “Remember Me” in Coco but I only cried at the end with Miguel singing about being together forever and from now on. My family broke apart due to divorce and there’s nothing I want more than to be joyful and festive like Miguel’s family. Everything is so divided and toxic now.
I work in a movie theater, and during the run of Coco, the scheduled theater checks happened to be RIGHT when Abuelita Elena smashes Miguel’s guitar. It didn’t need context to be absolutely agonizing to see once, let alone literally dozens upon dozens of times, and I nearly didn’t watch the movie itself. I’m glad I did after it left the theater, it’s AMAZING, but I can’t bring myself to like her even with context. I can’t really look at the screen without feeling a little sick when it happens.