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Pixar’s splendid Coco
“Is there sufficient reason for the tears that will inevitably run down my face by the end?”
Coco: Why do you want to be famous?
Smash the American Idol. Still The Voice. America’s Got Talent, but let it stay at home and delight the household and its gods (or at least its ancestors).
But what if the household is not delighted? What if there is a familial ban on music because, four generations back, a man left his wife and child behind to share his music with the world and then never came home? What young man in such a home, feeling the rhythm thrum in his heart, would not be tempted to look elsewhere for guidance? To look, as lost and struggling people tend to do, to the stars?
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Coco ***
Pixar has dealt in the themes of memory and/or family for so long that it’s a wonder it took them this long to hit upon The Day of the Dead as a setting. A whole holiday dedicated to honoring and remembering your ancestors, complete with the visual splendor of <em>ofrendas</em> covered in flaming orange marigold petals and skeletal <em>Calaveras</em> just waiting to be animated. For narrative drive, they’ve taken a page out of <em>Ratatouille</em> and given us a frustrated artist whose family just doesn’t understand: 12-year-old Miguel, who longs to play guitar like his hero (and also his hometown’s favorite son), Ernesto De La Cruz. Trouble is, he comes from the only family in Mexico that doesn’t like music, due to a rascal four generations back who set out to play for the world and never came home. (Thanks for nothing, ancestors.) When Miguel sets out to follow his hero’s lead and seize his moment, he winds up further from home than he could have imagined: the realm of the dead. And getting back will mean growing up. Not entirely original, but almost entirely delightful, from the fantastical glowing afterlife to the street-dog sidekick to the surprisingly sharp critique of celebrity culture. Lee Unkrich directs.
This is the plight of Miguel Rivera, the 12-year-old Mexican boy at the heart of Pixar’s splendid Coco — though it’s telling that the film is named not for him, but for his great-grandmother, the little girl who got left behind by her beloved singing Papa. Miguel’s family loves him, but not his musical dreams. So he turns to his town’s famous favorite son, who also happens to be “the greatest musician in Mexican history,” Ernesto De La Cruz. He learns his songs, watches his movies, even builds a secret shrine that is not unlike the ofrenda his family sets up on Día de los Muertos, the day for remembering and honoring the dead.
The holiday becomes the breaking point. “Seize your moment” is De La Cruz’s motto, and Miguel decides that the town’s holiday music competition is his. But his family notes that family is the whole point of the holiday, and insists he stay at home. When he rejects his family and sets out to disobey their decision, he winds up further from home than he could have imagined: in the realm of the dead.
Of every animated film, ask, “Is there any compelling narrative reason why this should be animated?” The expressive skulls of Miguel’s skeletal ancestors and the gently glowing world they inhabit make for a resounding “yes.”
Of every Pixar film that deals with family, memory, and loss (Up, Inside Out, The Good Dinosaur, Toy Story, etc.), ask, “Is there sufficient reason for the tears that will inevitably run down my face by the end?” Again, the answer is yes, thanks in no small part to the ingenious, repeated use of De La Cruz’s most famous hit, “Remember Me.”
And of every animated animal sidekick, ask, “All silliness aside, is this really necessary?” Yes, yes, yes. Dante the street dog — hey didn’t someone by that name take a trip to the afterlife once before? — is a slapsticky cockeyed clown on a serious mission.
Director Lee Unkrich (Toy Story 3) has managed a neat trick here: a lavish Hollywood film that serves as a sharp (but hugely entertaining) critique of celebrity culture.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Pixar’s splendid Coco
“Is there sufficient reason for the tears that will inevitably run down my face by the end?”
Pixar’s splendid Coco
“Is there sufficient reason for the tears that will inevitably run down my face by the end?”
Coco: Why do you want to be famous?
Smash the American Idol. Still The Voice. America’s Got Talent, but let it stay at home and delight the household and its gods (or at least its ancestors).
But what if the household is not delighted? What if there is a familial ban on music because, four generations back, a man left his wife and child behind to share his music with the world and then never came home? What young man in such a home, feeling the rhythm thrum in his heart, would not be tempted to look elsewhere for guidance? To look, as lost and struggling people tend to do, to the stars?
Movie
Coco ***
Pixar has dealt in the themes of memory and/or family for so long that it’s a wonder it took them this long to hit upon The Day of the Dead as a setting. A whole holiday dedicated to honoring and remembering your ancestors, complete with the visual splendor of <em>ofrendas</em> covered in flaming orange marigold petals and skeletal <em>Calaveras</em> just waiting to be animated. For narrative drive, they’ve taken a page out of <em>Ratatouille</em> and given us a frustrated artist whose family just doesn’t understand: 12-year-old Miguel, who longs to play guitar like his hero (and also his hometown’s favorite son), Ernesto De La Cruz. Trouble is, he comes from the only family in Mexico that doesn’t like music, due to a rascal four generations back who set out to play for the world and never came home. (Thanks for nothing, ancestors.) When Miguel sets out to follow his hero’s lead and seize his moment, he winds up further from home than he could have imagined: the realm of the dead. And getting back will mean growing up. Not entirely original, but almost entirely delightful, from the fantastical glowing afterlife to the street-dog sidekick to the surprisingly sharp critique of celebrity culture. Lee Unkrich directs.
This is the plight of Miguel Rivera, the 12-year-old Mexican boy at the heart of Pixar’s splendid Coco — though it’s telling that the film is named not for him, but for his great-grandmother, the little girl who got left behind by her beloved singing Papa. Miguel’s family loves him, but not his musical dreams. So he turns to his town’s famous favorite son, who also happens to be “the greatest musician in Mexican history,” Ernesto De La Cruz. He learns his songs, watches his movies, even builds a secret shrine that is not unlike the ofrenda his family sets up on Día de los Muertos, the day for remembering and honoring the dead.
The holiday becomes the breaking point. “Seize your moment” is De La Cruz’s motto, and Miguel decides that the town’s holiday music competition is his. But his family notes that family is the whole point of the holiday, and insists he stay at home. When he rejects his family and sets out to disobey their decision, he winds up further from home than he could have imagined: in the realm of the dead.
Of every animated film, ask, “Is there any compelling narrative reason why this should be animated?” The expressive skulls of Miguel’s skeletal ancestors and the gently glowing world they inhabit make for a resounding “yes.”
Of every Pixar film that deals with family, memory, and loss (Up, Inside Out, The Good Dinosaur, Toy Story, etc.), ask, “Is there sufficient reason for the tears that will inevitably run down my face by the end?” Again, the answer is yes, thanks in no small part to the ingenious, repeated use of De La Cruz’s most famous hit, “Remember Me.”
And of every animated animal sidekick, ask, “All silliness aside, is this really necessary?” Yes, yes, yes. Dante the street dog — hey didn’t someone by that name take a trip to the afterlife once before? — is a slapsticky cockeyed clown on a serious mission.
Director Lee Unkrich (Toy Story 3) has managed a neat trick here: a lavish Hollywood film that serves as a sharp (but hugely entertaining) critique of celebrity culture.
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