One of the things that struck me, is how little we see of the titular character Coco; a wheelchair-bound, lovely old lady, with severe memory loss, whose father was a famous musician, who supposedly abandoned his family. She has little screen time. Instead, Miguel, her great-great-grandson, takes center stage, and through the magic of storytelling, it all weaves back to Coco, and Héctor, her musician father. The sight of Coco, made me think of my maternal grandfather.
