Milk
5
I would have to classify myself as one of those who knew little about Harvey Milk, other than the fact that he was assassinated with San Francisco Mayor George Moscone in 1978 (right after the Jonestown mass suicides in Guyana; Moscone had been getting some heat, as I remember it, because he helped facilitate Jones's rise to political power when he had a church in San Francisco), that he was a forceful gay activist, that their assassin was convicted of manslaughter rather than cold-blooded murder because he had been eating junk food beforehand (the infamous "Twinkie Defense"), and that there were riots in the city when news of the verdict reached the street. It astonished me to learn how little progress gays had made in San Francisco...of all places...by the mid 70's (shouldn't be a surprise, I guess, considering recent events in the Golden State). I had been under the erroneous impression that everything opened up for gays after the Stonewall riots in NY in 1969. Not so. Evidently, in San Francisco and elsewhere in America, even non-gay teachers were in danger of being fired merely for supporting the rights of their gay co-workers to teach. I did vaguely remember that Anita Bryant, actually considered a talented singer by some illustrious critics still, lost her lucrative orange juice gig because of her outspoken homophobia. And that's about all I knew, or remembered. According to this film, Milk was as much a revolutionary for the rights of gay Americans as Malcolm X was a revolutionary for the rights of blacks (if perhaps a bit less abrasive). Sean Penn, as usual, gives an extraordinary performance as a camera salesman originally from Woodmere, Long Island, who was courageous, compassionate, charmingly charismatic, prescient, and, above all else, ordinary, subject to the same defects of character, the same moodiness and flaws, as all other mortal men. Penn's Milk is not the typical Hollywood "hero", without blemish or unbecoming quirks. He's capable of selfishness, telling young aides to call their parents and "come out of the closet, now" without disclosing to them the extent of his own closeted past. For such an in-your-face activist, his past is solidly, conventionally Republican. He's self-involved, sometimes annoyingly oblivious to the needs of others, and by the end of the picture, we're getting indications of emerging arrogance and possible grandiosity. And yet the beauty of this film is that, in spite of his very human liabilities and faults, Milk undeniably was heroic, undeniably was inspiring, and was, in his own way, just as undeniably important and worthy of admiration as Martin Luther King or Malcolm X or Gandhi. Whether one is gay or not, Penn's performance is an awe-inspiring achievement, as is the picture, and should be required viewing for all those who truly value human freedom and equality. After so many years of movies and TV shows that celebrate the ugliness and puerility of human beings, it's refreshing indeed to find a film that so magnificently celebrates what's good and positive.