On the one hand, I thought First Man was good. It made me feel the sheer amount of metal and stress (and engineering) involved with space travel, it dramatised the human element (I especially liked the character of Janet, Neil Armstrong's wife) and it wasn't thoughtlessly jingoistic or triumphalist about the whole endeavour. On the other hand, it felt long at times, maybe because it didn't obviously follow the usual formula for an 'achievement' based film like this (or did so in a less familiar way). Actually, the last film that left me feeling this way was Dunkirk.
