Speed RacerRelease Date: Nov. 26Director: Gus Van SantWriters: Dustin Lance BlackCinematographer: Harris SavidesStarring: Sean Penn, Emile
Hirsch, Josh Brolin, Diego Luna, James FrancoStudio Information: Focus
Features, 128 mins.
Today, Harvey Milk is remembered as a
local hero in San Francisco, and Sean Penn’s joyful, deeply layered
portrayal in a new biopic by Gus Van Sant gives us a pretty good idea
why. Harvey was the first openly gay person elected to public office
in the U.S., and he served on San Francisco's board of supervisors
until he and mayor George Moscone were shot and killed by a fellow
supervisor, Dan White, in 1978. But the lasting image of the film
isn't a gunshot or a riot but the ear-to-ear grin that tops Penn’s
compact, gesticulating frame.Speed RacerAll films reflect the times in which
they were made, but Milk seems especially infused with the
present. Van Sant stages much of the action in the Castro district of
San Francisco, whose storefronts—dressed in 1970s signage—create
a frank and vibrant harmony of past and present. And, of course, the
scenes in which Milk rallies the neighborhood to defeat a ballot
proposition that would fire gay teachers are now hanging in the
shadow of California's recently passed ballot proposition that
restricts gay marriage.
It's a story with as much failure as
success, and Harvey Milk, in his life and legacy, remains a symbol of
both triumph and ongoing struggle.
In some ways, Van Sant has been making
this film for decades. From Mala Noche to Paranoid Park,
his films often revolve around a tragic death. They don't revel in
the violent event itself but grope in the sensations and
senselessness that surround it. Milk is certainly Van Sant's
most conventional film in years and may disappoint fans of his recent
experiments, but it benefits from the long, slow ramp-up that began
with Elephant, his 2003 film about a Columbine-like massacre.
Van Sant borrows a few seconds of that film's gliding,
back-of-the-head iconography to follow White—gun on his
person—toward Milk and Moscone, but more importantly, he takes a
similar approach to the psychology of the characters.
Elephant systematically touched
and moved past the various knee-jerk diagnoses that we saw on
television, throwing up a smorgasbord of possible causes, from video
games to Nazi paraphernalia, but then staunchly refusing to commit to
any one explanation for the shootings. The real world isn’t simple.
And in Milk, Dan White's motivation is anybody's guess. We see
hints of domestic pressures, latent homosexuality, public
humiliation, political failure, and overindulgence in junk food, but
Van Sant again doesn't pretend to know what caused White to snap (and
he wisely resists the temptation to visualize the so-called "Twinkie
Milk himself is a complex person who alternately flounders and shines
in a sea of chaos.
And that's part of why this biopic is
an uncommonly graceful iteration of a genre that usually reduces
personalities to bumper stickers. Milk doesn't look inside the
hearts and minds of its characters; it just looks at the outside, the
smiles and tears, and lets us take it from there.