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hal GOTTA stop rage baiting dave with “you should take a stress pill" no wonder he tried to shut yo ass down 😭😭

during this film, more than anything, I kept thinking: God, I’m so grateful I’m queer in the present time. Because this film makes it impossible to ignore the reality of what came before, the courage it took just to exist openly, let alone to fight. Watching Harvey Milk’s story unfold feels both inspiring and devastating. It’s not framed as some distant, abstract history it feels so so immediate, human, and painfully real. You see the joy, the community, the small wins!! but also the constant threat, the hatred, the exhaustion of having to justify your right to *exist*. And it hits you that so many people fought, suffered, and even lost their lives just so future generations could live something closer to a “normal” life. I felt that deeply. There’s a kind of inherited grief in watching it, *grieving people you never knew, but somehow owe so much to.* The performances are incredible across the board. Sean Penn COMPLETELY disappears into Harvey Milk it doesn’t feel like acting, it feels like witnessing someone’s life UGH. The supporting cast brings so much nuance too, no one feels flat or forgettable. Every character adds to that sense of a living movement. And stylistically, it’s such a compelling film. The camera work has this almost documentary-like intimacy at times, blending archival footage with dramatisation so seamlessly that it blurs the line between past and present. It makes the story feel grounded, like you’re right fucking there. It’s not flashy, it’s purposeful. And that restraint makes it even more powerful. What I really appreciated is how educational it is without ever feeling like a lecture. You come away understanding the political climate, the stakes, the urgency, but through emotion, through people, through lived experience. By the end, I just felt this deep, aching appreciation. For the people who came before. For the fights that were fought. For the fact that I get to exist more freely because of them. I *love* being queer, not in spite of that history, but because of the resilience and community it represents.

> “you were my great, consuming love”I don’t even know how to begin this without admitting that I’m currently sitting here, completely undone, still sobbing as I try to gather my thoughts. like guys i’m actually ugly crying right now.  Tim and Hawk’s story has changed me in a way I didn’t expect. It’s the kind of love that feels both impossibly vast and painfully fragile, stretching across decades yet constantly at the mercy of a world that never made space for it. Watching them felt like holding something beautiful that you already know will break. There’s a fullness in my chest that I can’t quite describe, like I’ve been filled to the brim with love, grief, longing, and anger all at once. And i’m so fucking grateful for it. so grateful I have gotten to experience this. What hurts the most is knowing this isn’t just fiction. It’s history. It’s real lives. Real people who loved like this and lost like this. I find myself grieving not just for Tim and Hawk, but for every victim of queer violence, for every life cut short by AIDS, for every love story that never got the chance to exist out in the open. The show doesn’t let you look away from that, and I deeply thank it for it. And the way it’s told… GOD. The cinematography is breathtaking, every frame feels deliberate, intimate, almost sacred. The lighting carries emotion in a way words sometimes can’t, soft and warm in moments of love, stark and unforgiving in moments of loss. And the music UGH. the silence. the way sound is used to let certain moments linger just a second longer than you’re ready for. it’s devastating in the most beautiful way. + the characterisation of tim and hawk is UGHHH. their chemistry is off the charts, and hawk is so beautifully complex. you don’t like him as a person, but you never fully hate him for any of the decisions he makes. This show fucking broke me. Broke me in half and I don’t know if I am ever going to recover, but somehow, in doing so, it reminds you of the immense, resilient power of love. *even* when the world tries to erase it. 10/10 WOULD recommend but you might not recover

as much as i dislike fear and desire, because it’s pretentious and dull, we see glimpses of the kubrick we have got to know and experience today, so i am grateful for this film.