It was a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing. Instead of going with a friend or sibling, I drove to the AMC Showplace 17 in Indianapolis on my own for an evening screening. I had the whole row to myself, and aside from the three young ladies sitting directly behind me, I was alone. The lights dimmed, the trailers rolled, the customary Pixar short film played, and then the main event began. Coco. I was...
