Milk was a really good movie.
Probably the most empowering thing I've watched in an extremely long time. But, much to my delight, it gave both sides to Harvey Milk's story. It showed his opposition in a negative light (as is extremely fitting) and it appropriately outlined the flaws in his character. It rightfully let him die a martyr and a powerful activist, but it also gave us insight into his personality. Mostly, it was just damn inspiring. At least for me.
But at the same time, it also reawakened all my anger about Prop 8. It made it seem like Harvey Milk died in vain, like everything he worked for was just reversed by the religious right. It was extremely frustrating to witness, but I guess that's the emotion that lights the fire under the asshole of revolution.
On the bright side, I helped some five year old reach the frozen yogurt machine.
You gotta give 'em hope.
