Tag: miguel rivera

captaincoldallen:

When Miguel grows up he looks almost exactly like Héctor, and Héctor is so happy and proud the first year he can really notice it clearly. 

Then, as Miguel grows older than Héctor ever got to, Héctor turns to Imelda each year and says, “Imelda, do you think that’s what I would look like at that age?” 

He doesn’t say it with any sadness or grief. There’s a lightness to his question; simple curiosity. What would he have looked like had he kept on living. Miguel is the closest he gets to ever finding out. And he loves seeing the lines spread and deepen in Miguel’s face as the years go by; his dimple being accompanied by dozens of tributaries when he smiles at his family.

imjuanita:

y’all need to understand that miguel adored ernesto de la cruz, he looked up to this man, wanted to be him, his face showed nothing but adamance and devotion for this guy and even jumped to the conclusion that he was his great-great grandpa because he just couldn’t be any more excited about the whole thing

cue to the scene where they are in the sinkhole and he now knows that hector was the one he was related to all along but doesn’t even bat an eyelash before he’s screaming ‘im proud to be his family’ and i know what ur thinking–thats only because he found out ernesto was a murderer–but watch the scene where he’s backstage and hector doesn’t fight back because he’s just pleading for ernesto to let miguel live

hector was there with him the entire time, he was the first person miguel saw playing the guitar in the flesh (bone?) that it mesmerises him, hector then performs with him and let’s him know that he’s proud of him, 

with this, miguel realises hector is the one person he’s been missing and yearning for his entire life, the person he feels connected to, the one that loves music just as much as he does, not ernesto and that right there is why he’s proud and that his family has been on his side supporting him the whole time

miguel then looks into the eyes of ernesto, this man who he has a personal altar for, decorates with candles and records and gives more offerings to than he does with his family, watches that same tape over and over again and goes through the whole night looking for this man just to prove to him how much he’s worthy to play music, to then throwing that all away and calling him a—coward 

this is the type of buried symbolism i need in my life, coco is ART