The closing scene of the film is an elegiac march of candle bearers by the tens of thousands down Market Street – artful harbingers, mournful bellwethers.
I remember that image, as a child, on the national news…a strange media silence, before the ridiculousness of the “Twinkie defense” took hold.
MILK mentions the “Twinkie defense,” only as a footnote and right before the credits roll.
The movie forced my psychic recall of the march and forced away any possible familiarity with Twinkies, junk food junkies, or the eerie old hit penned by Larry Groce that got a lot of play around the same time as Rick Dees' Disco Duck.
It’s odd and amazing to consider how much the world was upside down when Harvey Milk was being as serious as he could be, as serious as humanly possible.
He said then, “My name is Harvey Milk and I’m here to recruit you.”