This is, without question, the most artistic homage to dog shit ever filmed.
Contains all of the elements for a wonderful sequel yet wrecks them with some questionable decisions and a silly finale.
Contains too many dead spots and occasionally wanders off course like a faulty broom on magical autopilot.
It’s exactly the film that May and Taylor wanted, and it’s a complete bore.
This unusual fantasy mixture of influences and visuals doesn’t lose your focus or interest.
A tedious experience that made me cringe more than applaud or smile.
An endless parade of clichés and logic issues that ruin an otherwise potentially interesting plot.
First Man attempts to bring color to a man who embodied the dull grays of the very surface to which he will forever be anchored.
Attempts to walk a very fine line between campy and creepy, between reality and dystopia.
Two-and-a-half hours of nonsensical jibber-jabber interspersed with adrenaline-inducing special effects.
It’s too long where it should be shorter and too short where it should be longer.