(Coco\u00a0<\/em>spoilers ahead).
\nHas a Pixar movie ever been released at just the right time for you?
\nI finally saw Coco <\/em>last Saturday \u2013 I saw it on my own in a quiet cinema, quiet enough for me to be the last person in the theatre by the time the credits were coming to an end. The final scenes of Coco <\/em>resonated with me so much that I didn\u2019t stop crying until the Pixar logo appeared again to signal the end of the movie. Usually I wouldn\u2019t class \u2018crying alone in public\u2019 as a positive experience, but this was. <\/em>It was cathartic; I could feel Joy and Sadness holding hands in my head. I think I found Coco <\/em>so particularly poignant and affecting because I can relate to its themes so strongly \u2013 it feels like the movie came out at just the right time for me and has helped me confront my emotions.
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\nThis isn\u2019t the first time I\u2019ve felt that a Pixar movie has come into my life at just the right moment. I remember seeing Toy Story 3<\/em> with my close group of school friends when we were just entering our final year of school and starting to apply for universities. Monsters University<\/em> reminded me amidst all my exams and assignments that succeeding academically isn\u2019t all that life is. After graduating, I felt small and scared and powerless, but The Good Dinosaur<\/em> encouraged me to accept my fears and face them with my head held high. I saw Cars 3<\/em> on its release date just a few hours after passing my driving test.
\nIn Coco\u2019s <\/em>finale, Miguel sang to his great-grandmother Coco and managed to reach her. Fittingly, by hearing \u2018Remember Me<\/em>\u2019, Coco\u2019s memories of her father came flooding back, and her and Miguel were blessed with a moment of real connection and understanding. As someone who is currently losing her own grandmother to Alzheimer\u2019s and dementia, this hit me hard. My granny can be sat in a room overflowing with her family, but look dreadfully alone and unsure. Most conversations with her are her retellings of old family stories which are slowly becoming jumbled and confused. If you ask her how her week was, you can see the frustration on her face as she fails to grasp onto slippery memories that never seem to be in the right place.
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