There are two kinds of people in this world: those who can and those who can't, and the only way those who can't can feel good about themselves is by diminishing the achievements of those who can. I can only marvel at the degree of self-loathing the people behind this film must have, if this is the extent they have to go to to salve their egos.
This film would have you believe that Neil Armstrong and the other men involved in the space program were depressive, fearful, and generally unhappy about the whole thing. Nothing could be farther from the truth. To anyone who's unfamiliar with the events and men depicted in this film, I suggest they look up some images of the men in the space program. Without exception, they are smiling, confident, and happy. They knew they were the best of the best, and they were proud. There's a photo of Neil Armstrong taken right after he got back in the Lunar module after his first walk on the moon. The expression on his face can only be described as beatific. The smiles on his face after his X-15 flights are similarly radiant. A far cry from Ryan Gosling's permanent "Mummy-didn't-love-me" visage.
Claire Foy is stunningly hateful in her portrayal of Janet, Armstrong's wife. Instead of being proud and supportive of her husband, she couldn't care less about his status, mission, or desires. At one point she harangues Armstrong to tell his sons that he might possibly die on his mission. The entire scene's repulsiveness is outdone only by its unbelievability. One's left wondering why Neil would've married this harpy, and why he didn't divorce her long before deciding to have three kids with her. The answer is: she was nothing like that. Again, look up some photos, and it's clear she loved, was proud of, and happily supported her man throughout.
At one point Movie-Janet shrieks at some NASA administrators: "You're a bunch of boys making models out of balsa wood! You don't have anything under control!" By this logic, the warriors at Thermopylae and Normandy were just "boys playing at cowboys and Indians;" visionaries like Elon Musk are just "boys with expensive toys;" surgeons saving lives are just "boys playing god;" and so on. If this film were any indicator (thankfully, it isn't), civilization has certainly declined a long way since Leonidas' wife told him to come back with his shield, or on it.
The lies in this movie just keep on coming. When Movie-Janet tells their kids "Your dad's going to the moon," they reply with a bored "Ok. Can I go play?" This is presented as evidence that no one in Armstrong's family was even interested in the moon landings, when it's overwhelmingly more likely that the boys had thought about it so often, and knew that their father was vey high on a very short list, that they simply weren't excited by the news.
Another choice quote from some random beautiful idiot: "It's ridiculous that we're spending so much money to go somewhere we don't know anything about...." Isn't the entire point of exploring to go places we haven't been? I suppose we should've all just stayed in the trees, then, why come down to the ground and walk on two legs?
Just when I thought it couldn't stoop any lower, the movie throws in some gratuitous racism when it puts on a sequence of shots of NASA astronauts, workers, and rockets while the disgustingly racist "Whitey's on the moon" plays in the background. Imagine the furor if a movie featured a song called "(epithet for colored people) on the (whatever)." If the US has hate crime laws, why aren't the people behind this movie in prison?
This film is not just unpatriotic; that's the least of its crimes. It spits in the face of all human achievement. It can be summed up with any number of four-letter words, but for the sake of propriety I'll go with "vile."