‘First Man’ review: Ryan Gosling trades la la land for wishing on the moon
There’s enough going on in director Damien Chazelle’s tense, distinctive Neil Armstrong biopic, “First Man,” to leave the climactic, inspired Apollo 11 moon landing sequence aside for a few paragraphs. So hang in there, please, and we’ll get to the damn flag.
“First Man” comes from the James R. Hansen biography of the same name, exploring the far reaches of uncharted territory. The lunar mission, yes, of course. But really Chazelle’s film, written by Josh Singer (“Spotlight,” “The Post”) has its hands and its interests full with prying open, tactfully, the clam that was Armstrong, a famously tight-lipped aeronautical engineer and history-maker.
Ryan Gosling is an apt choice for this role, though he has to work hard at seeming like a regular Joe, even an emotionally bottled-up regular Joe. The actor’s air of vaguely imperious, sphinx-y cool doesn’t easily accommodate conventional, overt heroics. This is also why the casting basically works (better overall, I’d say, than in Chazelle’s previous film, “La La Land”). Chazelle doesn’t use Armstrong’s achievement to make an America First public-service message. Rather, “First Man” prioritizes the sheer, deafening mechanics of each flight, every orbit and the succession of risky missions. The claustrophobic experience of being inside aircraft and spacecraft in one life-and-death scenario after another: That’s the movie you get here, built around a private man.
It’s not Ron Howard’s “Apollo 13,” in other words.” That film, rousing and satisfying, got more feel-good feels out of a rescue mission than “First Man” gets out of a climactic mission that required no rescuing. En route to that climax, Chazelle returns cyclically, methodically, to variations on two themes: getting “up there,” and making sense of Armstrong’s life, marriage and buried grief over the early death, from cancer, of the Armstrongs’ daughter, Karen.
Claire Foy makes for a quietly fierce and wholly convincing Janet Armstrong, a woman living with uncertainty and potential tragedy every second. Chazelle makes that potential vividly scary in the opening scene, in which Armstrong’s X-15 flights (one of several) bounces off the Earth’s atmosphere, nearly loses control, then lands in the Mojave Desert. The sequence is a throttling blur of spinning dials, screaming velocity (the sound designer, Ai-Ling Lee, is practically a co-star) and supertight close-ups designed to let us see Armstrong’s response to the chaos, but also to put us behind Armstrong’s eyes.
The script covers eight years in the Armstrongs’ lives. The scenes of family life, and the Armstrongs’ boys, and poolside cookouts, establish the normality; the scenes of the X-15 flight, the later Gemini missions and finally the 1969 Apollo 11 success establish the stark thrill of the astronauts’ accomplishments. Chief among the supporting players, Jason Clarke adds a touching, stalwart quality as Ed White, Armstrong’s friend and steady confidant. Throughout “First Man” death comes suddenly to some, while others are left processing the dread and loss.
This is the director’s fourth film, and the first without a music foreground. Still, “First Man” shares many traits with his musicals “Guy and Madeline on a Park Bench” and “La La Land,” and the jazz psychodrama “Whiplash,” notably a portrait of a man trying to reconcile his work with everything taking him away from that work, and his obsessive focus on getting the notes or trajectories right.
In one interview scene, Armstrong’s asked if his daughter’s recent death has been tough to shoulder. Gosling pauses, and clearly doesn’t want to give his interrogators any reason to doubt his abilities. “I think it would be unreasonable to assume it wouldn’t have some effect,” he manages, carefully. The key invention in “First Man,” relating to Armstrong’s memory of Karen, will strike some viewers as a bit much, while others will be grateful for the emotional flourish after so much clamped-down on-screen anxiety.
A few things prevent “First Man” from being remarkable, I think, instead of merely expert. Singer’s script is efficient and effective, no more. Chazelle’s decision, with cinematographer Linus Sandgren, to go full, faux-documentary shaky-cam in the household scenes imparts a cliched sense of movie urgency. Composer Justin Hurwitz has come up with an excellent primary theme, rolling and melodically suspenseful, but the fully orchestrated waltz he delivers for the Gemini 8 flight feels pushy. (It’s a “2001” nod, among other things, to Stanley Kubrick’s use of the Strauss “Blue Danube.”)
On the other hand, it takes a writer and a director of serious talent to end “First Man” the way Singer and Chazelle do: with a wary reunion of Neil and Janet, indicating that nothing in this life is ever easy. Subtly the reunion points to what happened years later, outside the movie’s parameters.
Now, the flag. In the moon landing and first-walk passages, which are sublime and make “First Man” well worth seeing, Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin (Corey Stoll) go about their business while Chazelle and company go about theirs. The visual realization of what happened on July 20, 1969, is quite staggering, and also dramatically effective in its hushed quality. This isn’t a Michael Bay movie. The planting of the American flag on the moon’s surface does not get a hammy, over-scored close-up. Instead, we see the flag a couple of times in middle-distance shots. And there’s a full, natural complement of flag imagery throughout the movie.
Our current president has been on the record for weeks now as saying the movie is “terrible,” though he hasn’t seen it, and says he won’t. The Apollo mission, he said a month ago, egged on by a right-wing interviewer, was about one thing above all: getting that American flag in place. It’s the only thing people think about when they think about Apollo 11, he says.
Well. It’s still a big country, and we can still disagree openly with xenophobic leaders. “First Man” focuses, narrowly, on a few key ideas and themes. Its aim is to make us feel, and see, what Neil Armstrong felt and saw. It’s less interested in his symbolic weight, and what he “meant.” The movie will likely disorient anyone uncomfortable with a story that has the nerve to side, when it makes sense, with Foy’s Janet. She often gets the last, angriest word in her dealings with her emotionally reserved man, and the wall of men behind him.
I’m glad Chazelle’s film offers some fresh points of view on its subject; it’s proof he’ll be able to keep his filmmaking wits about him, no matter what genre he’s exploring. He has made his Apollo 11 movie. And it’s good one.
If you go
PG-13, 141 minutes
Playing at Niantic, Mystic Luxury Cinemas, Waterford, Stonington, Westbrook, Lisbon
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