Damien Chazelle is an enthusiastic, visually expressive filmmaker with practically nothing of interest to say about the human experience—his characterizations are at once trite and overstated. This biopic about Neil Armstrong, set between 1961 and ’69, displays as much flair as Whiplash and La La Land, successfully transposing the style of those movies to a much larger canvas (the moon-landing sequence, shot with IMAX cameras, is particularly stunning), yet the interpersonal drama is generally sketchy, and most of the human subjects come off as two-dimensional. The film’s greatest shortcoming is that Armstrong never emerges as a compelling figure. Like all of Chazelle’s protagonists to date, he’s smart, ambitious, and emotionally dull—the only thing that seems to stand in the way of his being a perfect person is his repressive nature, but even this doesn’t register as much of a hurdle. With Ryan Gosling (as Armstrong), Claire Foy, Jason Clarke, and Kyle Chandler.