Sky’s the limit for Chazelle

Thankfully the script also steers clear of bombarding our brains with scientific terms only a NASA expert would know – or dumbing things down to an offensive degree.

Gosling continues to prove a dab hand at a diverse range of roles and gets right under Armstrong’s skin. This isn’t a cardboard cut-out of an American hero ripped from newspaper headlines; he’s a flawed, bordering on the obsessive father dealing with a horrendous personal tragedy alongside the pressures of reaching the moon.

His performance is similar to his turn in Blade Runner 2049 and everything the character is going through makes you forgive his coldness and often blank expressions; it’s all about the inner turmoil.

One-time Queen Elizabeth II ,and soon-to-be new Lisbeth Salander, Claire Foy does powerful work too as Armstrong’s wife Janet. What could have been a bog-standard ‘worried woman at home’ role is transformed into something more by Foy’s frustration, tenderness and urgency.

Where First Man really soars, though, is during the climactic journey; Chazelle takes something that should be predictable and adds moments of tension and uncertainty.

We’re right in the cockpit with Armstrong and the rest of the Apollo 11 crew which adds a claustrophobic mix of wonder and sheer panic.

First Man doesn’t quite match the brilliance of Whiplash and La La Land, but by proving he can turn his hand to something different, it arguably enhances Chazelle’s already rocket-fuelled reputation.