Prepare to weep and ring your nearest and dearest when you see Coco

As I walked out of the cinema, with a tear still smeared down my face, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and rang my mum.

Coco is Pixar magic at it’s best. It makes you want to be a better person and part of that, for me, was telling my mum how much she means to me.

If you go to see this movie then you’ll know exactly what I mean – and if you don’t go to see it then shame on you. Deep deep shame.

So, this story is all about the boy Miguel and how his drive to create music fuels a massive clash with his family as they try to stop him pursuing his dreams. So far, so Pixar.

But this runs deeper than the magical markets of musical Mexico. Miguel’s great great grandmother Coco is suffering from memory loss and is ageing rapidly. Everything kicks off on the famous ‘day of the dead’ where those alive remember and honour the dead. They do this by having a photo on display and they believe that this enables those that are dead to come back to visit the living.

Miguel’s family hate music because Coco’s father left her mother to pursue his musical career.

But Miguel’s only passion is music and he is determined to be a musician. He needs a guitar, which he gets hold of, but this lands him in a whole heap of trouble – and that’s where the action and the clever story take off. It’s a fantastic twisting story and you absolutely cannot second guess where it’s heading.

It is profound, moving, charming, life-affirming (despite being all about death), reassuring and an absolutely brilliant adventure.

I cannot believe anyone can come out of this film not wanting to tell their nearest and dearest how much they love them unless they’re a cold-hearted, miserable curmudgeon.