First Man movie review: over the moon

MaryAnn’s quick take: Damian Chazelle finds a dreamlike reverie amidst rocket-powered mechanical brawn. As wonderfully, nerve-wrackingly exhausting as it is movingly intimate.
I’m “biast” (pro): love all things space; love Gosling and Foy
I’m “biast” (con): nothing
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It seems like an incredible fantasy, if you’re not old enough to remember watching it happen live on television (I’m not): We went to the Moon? People walked on the Moon? Less than 70 years after the Wright brothers made the first controlled flight, less than 30 years after the first commercial transatlantic airline service was established, we sent men (only men, “naturally”) across the empty nothingness of space to land on an airless rock? And they got home again? All with minimal technology that today seems impossibly retro and charmingly analog? That must have been a dream.

And that’s the extraordinary vibe that Damian Chazelle miraculously generates with First Man. Continuing the amazing run he has been on with 2014’s Whiplash and last year’s La La Land, both films in which he ties powerful emotion to visceral physicality (must bang drums to express my rage! must dance to express my love!), Chazelle finds an astonishing dreamlike reverie amidst the rocket-powered mechanical brawn of the machines that took men to the Moon. (Here: must walk on the Moon to soothe a fathomless hurt! And when that moment comes? Oh my…) This is not a movie about the technology or the politics of America’s early space program — though both are briefly touched on — but about what it felt like, in body and mind, to be at the center of it.

“First man in the blue-jumpsuit queue. Sa-weet.”
“First man in the blue-jumpsuit queue. Sa-weet.”

Which is another level of extraordinary at work here, because, as we see, Neil Armstrong was not a man who talked about his feelings. Like, at all, and the less so the more profoundly he was impacted by something, much to the despair of his wife, Janet (a terrific Claire Foy: Unsane, Breathe). Yet with only tiny, delicately calibrated facial twitches, or the stiffness of his body relenting for a moment, Ryan Gosling (Blade Runner 2049, The Nice Guys), as Armstrong, conveys depths of experience both physical and emotional, sometimes both at once. And Chazelle makes it extremely easy to empathize with what Armstrong is going through, most especially in how he depicts supersonic flight during Armstrong’s test-pilot days, and rocket launches once he became an astronaut: we are right in the cockpit or the capsule with him, tight on his face, sharing the view obstructed by his helmet, the glass fogged with his breath. (We get very little in the way of external physical context, just as Armstrong would not have had.) And the noise! So loud and rough, the metal creaking to the point where you’re certain the ship is going shake itself into pieces, and then… absolute silence and stillness as the rocket leaves the atmosphere and enters vacuum. (The sound design here is spectacular. As are the visuals. My press screening was not in IMAX; I plan to see it again in that format.)

“Somebody get Elton John on the phone! I have the best idea for a song...”
“Somebody get Elton John on the phone! I have the best idea for a song…”

First Man is the drawn-out shock of sheer terror — the actual landing on the Moon, for instance, is a nailbiter, and nerve-wrackingly exhausting — followed by the bliss of exhilaration: Look, there is the thin layer of atmosphere keeping the black of space at bay from blue-green Earth! Look, there is the gorgeous desolation of the Moon, a human bootprint thrillingly left in its stark gray powder! Chazell — working from a script by Josh Singer (The Post, Spotlight), based on the book by James R. Hansen — mines fresh awe and majesty from the insane daring of the Moon landing, and everything that led up to it. But he’s cheeky about it sometimes, too: during a pre-Apollo Gemini mission when Armstrong is practicing — attempting for the first time by anyone ever, in fact — a zero-gee docking maneuver the astronauts will need on the lunar mission, the score soars with something that sounds an awful lot like a Strauss waltz, à la 2001: A Space Odyssey and its iconic docking sequence.

Nods to other similar movies abound, inevitably, but First Man is in no way a retread of classics such as Apollo 13 or The Right Stuff; it’s very much a beautiful complement to them that is movingly intimate about one man’s very private, very personal experience. Armstrong may have gone to the Moon in peace for all mankind, yet without diminishing the history-making drama of what he did, First Man is nevertheless one man’s story. I absolutely love this movie for making me feel, perhaps like no movie has before, that the biggest adventures and the most momentous achievements truly are human ones.

see also:
Apollo 11 documentary review: you are there, on the Moon
Armstrong documentary review: the man we put on the Moon

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Thu, Oct 11, 2018 2:07pm

For some strange reason I just can’t get excited about this film. It just feels like we’ve seen it all before numerous times. Have we? I don’t remember. There’s been moon landing movies before, surely.

I’ll ck it out later on streaming because it DOES look good.

Dr. Rocketscience
Dr. Rocketscience
reply to  MarkyD
Fri, Oct 12, 2018 4:54pm

Surprisingly, no. “The Right Stuff” ends before the Gemini program. “Apollo 13” is about that mission, obviously. “From the Earth to the Moon” was a cable mini-series, and the most recent production about the Apollo program, even though it aired 20 years ago. There have been several on screen depictions of fictional moon landings through the years, most of which were made to resemble the Apollo landings, and endless documentaries. But I can’t find a theatrical film about the Apollo 11 mission.
ETA: The fact that there have been so many documentaries, so many uses of the hundreds of hours of film the Apollo crews shot, that makes it feel like you’ve seen a moon landing film before. And probably the reason there have been so few dramatizations of the missions.

MaryAnn Johanson
reply to  Dr. Rocketscience
Sun, Oct 14, 2018 6:28pm

But this isn’t really *about* the Apollo 11 mission. It’s about Armstrong. Obviously A11 is part of that. But it’s not the whole story. Like, for instance, Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins — Armstrong’s compatriots on A11 — are barely characters… which is kind of a shame because the awesome Corey Stoll plays Aldrin. But that’s just not what the movie is.

Dr. Rocketscience
Dr. Rocketscience
reply to  MaryAnn Johanson
Mon, Oct 15, 2018 9:28pm

I’ve been seeing some dissatisfaction with Stoll’s (really very good) performance, because they think it doesn’t do Aldrin justice, and maybe even makes him out to be an asshole. These people miss two important points:
First, this is Armstrong’s story, told from Armstrong’s POV. And it’s not hard to imagine that, to the laconic Neil Armstrong, the loquacious Buzz Aldrin probably came off as a loudmouth.
Second, at the age of 71 did this to a moon landing denier:comment image
In 2018 he made these faces while listening to the president:comment image

reply to  Dr. Rocketscience
Wed, Oct 17, 2018 4:45pm

That’s my kind of asshole.


MaryAnn Johanson
reply to  MarkyD
Sun, Oct 14, 2018 6:25pm

It may seem that way from the marketing, but this really is a new angle.

Wed, Oct 17, 2018 3:20pm

I just saw and loved the film (no one in the theater was under 60, tho).
Ha, ha…I stayed up to watch the live Moonwalk. Wait…that means I’m
really old. Shoot. The Wolf, man.