My grandpa watched Coco with me and my cousins and laughed that coco was “unfinished to form chocolate” (English isn’t our first language) but I’m glad he loved it, and God only knows if he saw the message behind the movie. P.S he’s diagnosed with dementia now, and I’ve never felt closer to Coco and her family like ever before
I watched Coco for the first time recently and the Grandma reminded me of my own Gran. She also loved to use sandals as a weapon, like a boomerang, even though she was Irish. This movie made me wonder if there’s some secret worldwide Grandma assassin society out there, that are like Ninjas that use sandals or something.
I was recently diagnosed with aspd (antisocial personality disorder), the so called ‘heartless serial killer personality disorder’, and I don’t even dare to tell anyone around me because I’m scared to lose the last few people who care about me. what helps me cope, though, is the movie coco; specifically ernesto de la cruz as a character. I run a roleplay blog with him as a muse, and it’s so refreshing and fun, especially now that my friend has also joined the party as héctor.
It’s awkward for me to watch Coco now. My aunts have been doing some really despicable things for the past few years, which only came to light recently after my grandfather’s death. They’ve been playing mind games with me since, claiming they love me and sending me gifts, but continuing to hurt my family and I with their actions. I refuse to let this affect my love for the film, but any time Miguel’s aunts are on screen now, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable.
After watching the scene in Coco where Mama Elena destroys Miguel’s guitar, I can’t like her no matter what. I acknowledge and understand the fact that she is not abusive, but I can’t help but remember all the times when my parents were when I see how broken Miguel is when that happens I can’t help but lose any respect I had left for her.
My grandmother passed away, in her sleep, exactly a
month ago in our home. It was very unexpected, because she was in relatively
good health and had her mind. When I saw Coco a year ago, Coco reminded me so
much of her, especially her braided hair! So, the day she passed, I sat down
and watched Coco, because it reminded me that ultimately, we would be all be
together again on the Other Side. I now look at Coco and smile.
Although I’m not Mexican, Latin American, or Hispanic in any way, Coco has helped influence my interest in learning Spanish and about Mexican culture.
Whenever I’m sad, I put on Coco, replay that hug Héctor gives Miguel when they are both down in that cave over and over and imagine it’s meant for me. I wish I had a dad, and I wish it were Héctor.
This year has been a really rough year for me but what made it more bearable was watching Coco. Hector is my favorite character in the movie. Seeing him be kind despite what he faces and get the confidence to fix things, helps pick me right up. I finally decided to get a Coco sweater with him on it for this reason.
I feel kind of saddened by movies like Coco where the message is “family is what’s most important” since I can’t relate. I’m mainly close with my parents and one of my half-sisters. My other half siblings and me treat each other more like guests when we visit each other, there’s not really any closeness. Also, my half-brothers almost never visited our grandmother before her death, which I can’t forgive them for. I wish I had the kind of family closeness they portray in, for example, Coco.