MILK previwed
We already know that it ends with a bang, so no worry about spoilers. The film was the Van Sant psychological study, but of a movement and it's posterboys. Hopeful and passionate mobs are recruited. They vote. (Twice they win; many times they lose.)
The whole community is turned out, or at least a major chunk. It's always surprising to find the people that identify GLBT for art, but not for politics or organizing. (Are they passive? Is it a difference of messages?) They were all moved, I believe, and some must have heard as he taped his "If you're listening to this, I am dead recording (a real, historical recording) that it was also November 18th, 30 years ago. 9 days before his murder. Yet the audience wouldn't clap when I quietly tried to encourage it.
Sean Penn fired me up. He made me cry (three time) though I admit the target audience. If I, a professional homo, can't keep that hope in me, who can? Harvey starts his film journey on his 40th birthday, lamenting that he hasn't done anything to proud of in all his life. I'm at the doorway to 30. I've got a decade advantage (and the winds of presidential change at my back). And, hell, someone reasonably close to my committed suicide. If this isn't the time for some soul searching and the start of a new chapter, then when?
Note to OutFront Impact: Work these doors. People are teared up (or fired up, or both) when they leave. They should be recruited too.
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