“Coco,” Nov. 28, 2017, theater. Bronwen and I both really enjoyed this gorgeous, engaging, sentimental spectacular from Pixar. This one follows the journey of Miguel (Anthony Gonzalez) a little boy who seeks his musical muse and ancestor who, he believes, was a great Mexican musician and film star (Benjamin Bratt). The rest of his family rejects music entirely because his great-grandfather left the family to be a travelling mariachi. Miguel goes to the lad of the dead on El Dia de la Muerte, and encounters his relatives in his search and much about himself and his family. He’s helped out there by a kind skeleton who has been forgotten in the land of the living and who really wants to be remembered by his little girl, now aged (Gabriel Garcia Bernal). I loved the Frida Khalo stuff (vocal and visual), but where is Diego Rivera?. Is he just not cool enough for Americans or is he just too political?. The Mexican afterlife is quite spectacular, gorgeous environment with amazingly brilliant colors and beasts and lots of music. It’s also done in a wonderfully strange first half of the 20th c modernism of trollies, cameras, and the like. This is really fun, although the anachronism of the handwork shoemakers, campesinos dressed like its 1890, and a range of other features creates a weird, if touching mélange. It is, not, however, an attack on our neighbors to the south. No wall is necessary in “Coco” or here now. It is a loving, respectful and playful set of stories about family and ambitions in another land. It also features excellent voice work all around, including Gabriel Iglesias (aka, Fluffy), Edward James Olmos as a vanishing one experience his last death because he’s been forgotten, and Cheech Marin as a cop in the afterlife. See this one in a good and comfortable theater Viva Mexico!. The only down portion of the evening?. An awful 20-minute (it felt endless) sequel to “Frozen” that’s also from Disney/Pixar.