In San Francisco. In the Castro theater.
Some of my gay friends say it was meant for straights, and there is something to this, but the final scenes of the movie were intensely moving.
I remember that night. That terrible, wrenching night of despair and remembrance. Thousands and thousands and thousands of people, the crowd stretching from the Castro all the way to City Hall, holding candles and weeping for a fallen hero. It was like a river of light and love, defying the day's darkness of murder and hatred.