El Día de los Muertos, the day of the dead. I’ve known about it for decades, but never really got it. Until now, when we went to see Coco in the cinema. It seemed odd to serve up food in cemeteries for your dead relatives, but I could almost do it myself now.
And the day of going to see Coco was sandwiched between news of a death and all the thinking and talking that goes with something like that, and a quick trip to the cemetery to see a new gravestone and to ‘check out’ how other people decorate their graves. So, very much like Coco.
The lesson of the film is that we must remember our dead, and we should talk about them. Once everyone who’s known them is gone, so are the dead. Reminds me of the old photos I have. No need to hang on to them after I’m gone, because I barely know who’s in them, and no one else will.
There was quite a lot to the film; remember your dead, talk to your old great grandma, respect your elders but don’t lose your own dreams. And a loving dog is always good to keep close.
I liked the strong Latin American feel to the film, complete with Spanish words, songs and the Latino accents. And it was good to have songs already well known, like La Llorona. No dejaré de quererte. I could have sung along, had I not been such a well behaved witch.
Here’s hoping that young viewers understood something of the film, and that it wasn’t all gags about your dog getting its teeth round some elderly [dead] relative’s bones.