Coco – The repetitive story that is never obsolete

This movie makes me feel like riding a roller-coaster of emotions, from ‘ehh’ to ‘wow’ then ‘nooo’. For the same reason as Inside Out, I feel have got enough of those new animation styles, which is no match for the era I was born, when artists used actual paint to create Snow White or Robin Hood. Besides, who cares how feeling feels, or a heroic young boy chases his musical dream,…pft, whatever. I can close my eyes and instantly tell you numerous patterns which a story could follow, from my experience in competing my dad to see who can guess what comes next on usual TV show. Therefore, I could proudly challenge people to tell me a story that I can barely know the end before it explicitly stated.

Well, I’m lucky to have friends by my side. Thanks for consistently insisting me on going to watch, and fortunately, proving me wrong once again. Sometimes, it is not the uniqueness defines a great movie, but the lesson, no matter how old it is, if valid through time, together with an elegant style of telling, still win audiences’ hearts completely.

The movie happens in Mexico, during Mexican holiday Día de Muertos – Day of the Dead, when the natives scatter orange flower petals from ancestors’ tombs to their framed photo on the family altar. Not creepy as it seems, this tradition helps to maintain the bridge between two worlds, and therefore, all the dead can pay a visit to their family, and assure that they are still remembered in the Land of the Living. The boy, Miguel, who finds himself a musician, was forbidden by the old rule in his five-generation of shoes-making family, that music could never walk on the doorstep. Thing’s gone crazy when Miguel steal a guitar to attend the Talented Contest, and accidentally enter the other worlds, with the cost that his great-great-grandma, Imelda, could not get past the sacred bridge. The problem could be addressed easily by accepting Imelda’s blessing, under one condition that Miguel would never play music ever again. And the story goes on from here as the metal and physical fight of the boy to protect his dream against the relatives. Later at the end, he realizes family is the most valuable thing in the world, and he rather sacrifices everything than losing this.

I, from the perspective of a 24-year old adult, could not imagine myself as a kid watching this movie. Totally agree there is music here and there, funny moments, and the thrilling vibe of the astounding fight at the end. But still, if I was a kid, how can I interpret those inexplicit messages with no burden in mind. Then, I realize, children watch without thinking. They just simply sit back, enjoy the movie and feel utterly comfortable with the unknown. Or, another explanation I found more reasonable, is each age will extract a different message from the movie, and hence, you can still have a refreshing experience even if you watch it a hundred times before, and no obstacle exists as I suspect. This might not be true, but as my friend points out, she has no idea what happened in Alice in Wonderland back then, not until she goes to colleague.

For me, at the age usually does one look for the meaning of his life, acknowledge of his capability but keeps feeling insecure of what the future might bring to him, this movie gives me the courage. The courage that daring to seize the opportunity. The courage to be willing to take the risk of falling. And, the courage to believe in my ability. However, a side note, the thing that intrigues me most, is Disney always tells the story of successful characters that are guaranteed to be capable of achieving their dream. How about the rough diamonds that lost way, that have no idea which environment could shape them into glamorous jewellery as they should be?

Secondly, the family is always what one treasures most, and passing down the memories of ancestors from generation to generation is a must. Gradually, when growing up, I start to sympathize with my old grandparents’ hardness in hearing and moving, not a stubborn kid as I used to be. Since then, I know I started to be more mature, and nearer to grasp the concept of the word ‘family’.  Is it strange, that I call myself a curious boy, but have never asked what my great-grandparents did, or how did we have the house today?

Furthermore, the fight of Miguel, to me, is a metaphor for balancing between following your career and family. I know, by doing research, I have nothing to return to my parents on short terms, and who can assure that nothing could possibly go wrong in upcoming years when I had not fulfiled my role as a son and grandson? Don’t ask me, all I could do is helping them with little things, and hopefully that partially suffice to the love they had for me.

In conclusion, all I could say regarding this movie is that you’d better watch it, now or later, and feel free to share with me what’s on your mind and what’s the thoughts you have extracted.

PS: I have nothing against showing Olaf’s Frozen Adventure prior to the movie, and they truly share the same theme together, in my opinion.

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