3 Works in Frida Kahlo's Alebrije (Coco 2017)
Fandoms: Coco (2017)
21 Feb 2018
As Héctor outlines his plan to Frida about how he plans to get the foto from Ernesto de la Cruz- deftly dodging Ceci’s pointed questions about how the celebrity got ahold of Héctor’s foto- Ceci bustles about, acquiring outfits for each of Héctor’s familia. She recognizes none of them save, maybe, the tall one- Victoria, she thinks the name was- and wonders where they have been for the past century. She’s known Héctor for thirty years and has never seen a single one of them.
Anger fills her. Where were they while Héctor was being Forgotten? Where were they when this wonderful man grieved, cried, wrote such haunting music for Frida but never penned a note for himself? Where were this so-called familia? How could they abandon this man who, though flawed, is still one of the best people Ceci has ever met?
Oh Dios, then she finds out at the Sunset Spectacular why they never checked up on him, and she feels so sick-)
- Part 6 of even if it costs my life (I won't stop loving you)
- Part 35 of author's favorites
I think Frida's "cameo" in Coco was brilliant, and I've been obsessing over the movie since I saw it, sooo... *awkwardly slides fanart across the table*
Fandoms: Coco (2017)
15 Feb 2018
For years, he tries and fails to reach the Land of the Living, growing weaker the entire time. His bones grow more and more fragile, leaving him with aches that don’t go away with time. It takes him longer to make it places, to move from Shantytown to the Marketplace. He can only dance with effort, and the only times when he isn’t in pain is when adrenaline- or the remains of it, at least- carries him through an activity.
Everyone save Coco is dead now, and his daughter’s memories are the only thing keeping him from the Final Death.
He worries that they may not be enough.
Later, in between visits from Frida and conversations with his family, the weight of the years, of Ernesto’s admissions, starts to sink in.
Héctor could have returned to his familia, spent the years with Imelda and Coco. He could have grown old, died in Imelda’s arms, lived to meet Julio and Rosita and Victoria and Elena and every one of his descendants. He could have been Remembered, never lived in Shantytown, never broken bone after bone and withered away trying to return to Coco.
He’d tried to return, and Ernesto had killed him for the crime of loving his familia too much to give them up.