He captured a feeling. Sky with no ceiling.

Rating: 10/10 (27 October 2018)

I am a child of the 60's, born in 1961. The "Space Race" for me was not some historical concept but a pervasive backdrop to my childhood. I still recall, at the age of 8, being marched into my junior school's assembly hall. We all peered at the grainy black-and-white pictures of Neil Armstrong as he spoke his famously fluffed line before stepping onto the lunar surface. The event happened at 3:54am UK time, so clearly my recollection of "seeing it live" is bogus. (I read that the BBC stayed on air until 10:30 in the morning, so it was probably a 'final review' of the night's events I saw). It is probably lodged in my memory less for the historical event and more due to the fact that there was TELEVISION ON IN THE MORNING! (Kids, ask your grandparents!)
But back to Damien Chazelle's film. We start early in the 60's with America getting well and truly kicked up the proberbial by the Russians in the space race: they fail to get the first man in space; they fail to carry out the first spacewalk. So the Americans, following the famous JFK speech, set their sights on the moon. It's the equivalent of making a mess of cutting your toenails but then deciding to have a go at brain surgery. NASA develop the Gemini programme to practice the essential docking manoevers required as a precursor for the seemingly impossible ('two blackboard') mission that is Apollo. But the price paid for such ambition is high.
Ryan Gosling plays Neil Armstrong as a dedicated, prickly, professional; altogether not a terribly likeable individual. Claire Foy plays his long-suffering wife Janet, putting her support for her husband's dangerous profession ahead of her natural fears of becoming a single mother.
There is obviously little tension to be mined from a film that has such a well-known historical context. Those with even a subliminal knowledge of the subject will be aware of the key triumphs and tragedies along the way. The script (by Josh Singer, "The Post"; "Spotlight") is very well done in developing a creeping dread of knowing what is shortly to come.
Even with these inherent spoilers, Chazelle still manages to evoke armrest-squeezing tension into the space flight sequences. A lot of this is achieved through disorientating camera movements and flashing images that may irritate some but I found to be highly effective. (Did anyone else flash back to that excellent "Mission Space" ride at Epcot during the launch sequences?) This hand-held cinematography by Linus Sandgren (Chazelle's "La La Land" collaborator) is matched by some utterly drop-dead gorgeous shots - beautifully framed; beautifully lit - that would be worthy of a Kaminski/Spielberg collaboration.
Those expecting a rollercoaster thrill-ride of the likes of "Apollo 13" will be disappointed. The film has more of the slow-and-long-burn feeling of "The Right Stuff" in mood and, at 141 minutes, some might even find it quite boring. There is significant time, for example, spent within the family home. These scenes include turbulent events of which I wasn't previously aware: events that form the cornerstone of the film's drama. For me, the balance of the personal and the historical background was perfectly done. I found it curious though that with such a family-oriented drama Chazelle chose to ditch completely any cuts away to the earthbound onlookers during the tense lunar landing sequence. (Compare and contrast with Ron Howard's masterly inter-cutting in the re-entry scene of "Apollo 13"). With the outcome foretold, perhaps such tension building was considered unnecessary? I'm not suggesting it was wrong to 'stay in the moment' with the astronauts, but it's a bold directorial move.
Overall, the foolhardiness of NASA trying to do what they did with the 60's technology at their disposal is well-portrayed. If you've been lucky enough, as I have, to view the Apollo 11 capsule in the National Air and Space museum in Washington you can't help but be impressed by the bravery of Armstong, Aldrin and Collins in getting in that bucket of bolts and putting their lives on the line. True American heroes.
On that topic, the "flag issue" has generated much self-righteous heat within the US media; that is regarding Chazelle not showing the American flag being planted. This seems fatuous to me. Not only is the flag shown on the moon, but the film ably demonstrates the American know-how and bravery behind the mission. If Clint Eastwood had been directing he would have probably gone there: but for me it certainly didn't need any further patriotism rubbed in the viewer's face.
Are Oscar nominations on the cards for Ryan Gosling and Claire Foy? For me, it would be staggering if they are not: this film has "Oscar nomination" written all over it. I'd also certainly not bet against Foy winning for Best Actress: her portrayal of a wife on the edge is nothing short of brilliant. And perhaps, just perhaps, this might be Gosling's year too.
Elsewhere there are strong supporting performances from Kyle Chandler (as Deke Slayton), Corey Stoll (as the 'tell it how it is' Buzz Aldrin) and Jason Clarke (as Ed White). It's also great to see Belfast-born Ciarán Hinds in another mainstream Hollywood release.
For me, another dead cert Oscar nomination will be Justin Hurwitz for the score which is breathtakingly brilliant, not just in its compelling themes but also in its orchestration: the use of the eerie theremin and melodic harp are just brilliant together. I haven't heard a score this year that's more fitting to the visuals: although it's early in the Oscar season to be calling it, I'd be very surprised if this didn't walk away with the statuette.
In Summary: loved this. Damien Chazelle - with "Whiplash", "La La Land" and now "First Man" - has hit all of three out of the park in my book. It's not really a film for thrill-seekers, who might get bored, but anyone, like me, with an interest in the history of space exploration will I think lap it up: for this was surely the most memorable decade in space history... so far.
On leaving the cinema I looked up at the rising moon and marvelled once more at the audacity of man. My eyes then drifted across to the red dot that was Mars. How long I wonder? And how many dramatic film biographies still to come?