First Man is a forced march, joyless despite the profoundly joyous – if harrowing – adventure it chronicles. One disaster or near-disaster after another, and then … triumph. Some of this stems from the nearly inchoate mid-century man that was Neal Armstrong and some from his joyless marriage. Were those related conditions? It only takes one small step to reach that conclusion.
Neil and his first wife had good reason to be profoundly sad. This well rounded biopic includes the tragic cancer death of their little daughter. And yet, it’s not just the First Man to Walk on the Moon who is a grind. Most everyone around him are portrayed that way, not least his boss, legendary astronaut Deke Slayton.
In any case, Armstrong’s deep seated reticence and joyless affect explains why he eschewed publicity after becoming a global superstar. First Man also sheds light on his pre-Apollo 11 NASA career, which was largely unknown to me, as were the frequent mishaps that occurred in the space program.
Now for some poetic justice. Jim Lovell never got his due as an astronaut because Neil Armstrong and Apollo 11 inadvertently monopolized most of the attention the public could muster for NASA. And yet Apollo 13 is a much better movie than First Man: more entertaining, more gripping, more human.
Ryan Gosling is well suited to play Neil Armstrong, a man of few words. Gosling is better the fewer words he says. And yet he’s not great in the role, the first time I’ve ever felt that about a Gosling performance.
The film has been roundly criticized for not showing Neil Armstrong & Buzz Aldrin planting the American flag on the moon. I wish it had, but the movie was so tightly edited that the entire moon landing scene totaled perhaps 20 minutes. Plus, it’s so procedural that even “One small step” seems anticlimactic.
First Man appears to hew close to the actual facts of Neil Armstrong’s life and legendary career.
Now for some observations about the First Man himself.