"Milk" Review: Sean Penn Performance "Glorious"
Gus Van Sant has spent the past few years making dreamy, amorphous meditations on life and death that seemingly were intended for his hardcore fans, himself, and no one else.
"Gerry," "Elephant," "Last Days," "Paranoid Park" _ all beautifully, defiantly languid works of art that most audiences would dismiss for their pretensions.
With "Milk," though, Van Sant boldly returns to mainstream filmmaking with a story that, on its surface, could have been shamelessly mawkish. Instead, he presents the last eight years in the life of Harvey Milk, the slain San Francisco politician and gay rights activist, with a mix of vivid details and nuanced heart.
He's also drawn from Sean Penn one of the most glorious performances ever in the actor's long and varied career. Van Sant and Penn could have deified this man, who did so much for so many and worked so tirelessly for so long, and paid the ultimate price. And yes, we see all that _ the sacrifice and the struggle and the infinite wellspring of hope in the face of failure. But we also see Milk's all-consuming drive, often at the expense of his personal life. We see the way he could manipulate and cajole, even if it was for the greater good.
Penn depicts Milk as a man defined by a charming persistence. He had a way with words and a love of the spotlight and an infinite sense of inclusiveness. He was, in short, a jumble of contradictions, all of which Penn captures gracefully and effortlessly _ there's nothing mannerly about his performance, just a deeply engaging immersion.
But it's the thing that defined Harvey Milk primarily, his homosexuality, that got him killed.
From a thoroughly researched script by Dustin Lance Black, the film begins in 1978 with Milk sitting at the kitchen table, speaking into a microphone, telling his life story: "This is only to be played in the event of my death by assassination," he says matter-of-factly, presciently.
"Milk" jumps back and forth through time, from meeting his first real love (a lovely James Franco) and moving with him from New York to San Francisco to opening his camera shop and helping the Castro neighborhood blossom into the gay Mecca it would become. He becomes both den mother and Pied Piper to local kids and lost souls. And he repeatedly runs for the city Board of Supervisors, losing by a smaller margin each time, until he wins after a redistricting in 1977 and uses the seat to fight not just for gay rights but for all civil rights.
The film hits all the important marks but never feels like a typical biopic, a superficial, greatest-hits collection. This is where the fluidity Van Sant has exhibited in his recent offerings comes into play: "Milk" flows easily and comfortably; it makes us feel like we're witnessing the natural, propulsive drive of a life that mattered.
Van Sant seamlessly blends archival footage of the time with recreations (the candlelight vigil the night Milk was killed is chilling). And his frequent collaborator, cinematographer Harris Savides, bathes everything in soft, faded shades and light that give the film a sense of both intimacy and melancholy.
The supporting cast is also crucial, the people who supported Milk and challenged him. Franco seems as comfortable here as he did playing an affable pot dealer in this summer's "Pineapple Express." Emile Hirsch brings a playful energy to the role of Cleve Jones, Milk's protege, and he shares an amusing friendship with Alison Pill as Milk's lesbian campaign manager, Anne Kronenberg.
Josh Brolin, meanwhile, continues to prove he can do pretty much anything. He follows up his funny, evenhanded portrayal of President Bush in "W." with a subtle performance as fellow Supervisor Dan White, the man who pulled the trigger on Nov. 27, 1978, killing Milk and San Francisco Mayor George Moscone at City Hall. Brolin keeps us guessing the whole time _ we know he's the shooter but we remain fascinated by his motives and his true nature. A scene in which he drunkenly confronts Milk will make you hold your breath.
If there's one weak link, it's the underdeveloped role of Jack Lira (Diego Luna), Milk's second important partner, who comes off as needy and volatile. Then again, Milk seemed to see the potential for the best in everyone _ even Dan White, even toward the end.
"Milk," a Focus Features release, is rated R for language, some sexual content and brief violence. Running time: 128 minutes. Three and a half stars out of four.
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Motion Picture Association of America rating definitions:
G _ General audiences. All ages admitted.
PG _ Parental guidance suggested. Some material may not be suitable for children.
PG-13 _ Special parental guidance strongly suggested for children under 13. Some material may be inappropriate for young children.
R _ Restricted. Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian. NC-17 _ No one under 17 admitted.
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CHRISTY LEMIRE | November 24, 2008 09:02 PM EST |
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