There’s a moment, 26 minutes and nine seconds into Disney’s Coco, when the film’s departed souls are trying to clear a customs desk in the afterlife. It’s a moment that Mary* can see clearly without looking at the screen. She’s seen Coco more than a thousand times, easy.
Mary’s sons, Ryder* and Murphy*, adore it. They light up when watching the film, pretzels in hand, and they stay, transfixed, right through to the end – the very end – every time. “My kids absolutely love credits,” Mary says, laughing.
