What the film recalls for me is Norman Mailer's hyper-personal account of the event--"Of a Fire on the Moon"-- in which he opines that a modern-day Will Shakespeare should have been a passenger aboard the vehicle, for only humankind's most brilliant and eloquent poet could provide us with the profoundly sensuous account of the journey worthy of the event itself. Mr. Mailer was, of course, referring to his own literary standing and abilities, for he so obviously pines for a seat aboard Apollo 11, implying that, by overlooking him, NASA really missed the boat. Yet, by the time you've finished experiencing this intensely imagined account, you may well have forgotten that it was written from a desk 93,000 miles away.