Literally nothing about this movie is remarkable whatsoever besides the performances. You don’t need to see it, but you’ll like it if you do. It’s good. I mean “like” is a weird word because coming out of it I’m more depressed than anything, but you’ll appreciate it I guess. I really hope this wins best picture because that will just make 2018 even more comically disappointing.
Damien Chazelle’s last two movies were masterpieces, and then he made this. And it’s not exactly insufferable... just... really not that good. We get glimpses of Chazelle’s slick, electric filmmaking for mere moments at a time, but the movie is otherwise kind of a slog suprisingly enough. Thematically empty, reliant on cheap emotional manipulation and passably visceral space sequences, First Man does the bare minimum for a Neil Armstrong/Apollo film and stretches it out to nearly 2 and a half…
Someone in my theater screening said "Well that guy was an asshole" when the credits rolled and then immediately proceeded to turn on his iPhone. I don't know, man. Something about that image is still fucking with me.