Film

For All Mankind

Name: For All Mankind
Genre: Documentary, History
Released: 1989
Cast: Jim Lovell, Russell Schweickart, Eugene Cernan, Michael Collins, Charles Conrad

Al Reinert stitches decades of NASA footage into one composite voyage, narrated by the astronauts themselves years later. There's no host, no talking heads, no politics — just liftoff, weightlessness, and the moon rising through a hatch, scored by Brian Eno's ambient hum. It's less a history lesson than a meditation: the closest most of us will ever get to floating there ourselves.

TMDb rating

7.8

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