Milk seems to have laughed easily.
Well, it's a decent film- and I'm sure it was a labour of love and conscience for everyone involved, but it's also a standard Hollywood bio-pic that has gone over the contours of the man's life with a plane. It's good it exists- because it raises awareness- but its too much of a hagiography to be anything more than superficially true. Milk lived a wilder, more unbuttoned life than this. He wasn't a concerned little gay husband; he had affairs; he put it about. Wikipedia tells me that Van Sant filmed a scene in a bath house- only you'll look in vain for it in the final cut.
And all the time I kept coming back to the way everyone looks. As Bunuel said, complaining about having to work with Catherine Deneuve and the like, "but they have such actors' faces..."