I saw this at the premiere circa 1991 in London, organised by Media Natura. We spotted some hash before leaving home, then jumped on the bus and sprinted through Leicester Square, past bobbies wondering "What the..?" to get in just as the lights went down and the movie rolled.
So maybe it was my state of mind, but I thought at the time it was the best doco I'd ever seen*. And I still did, at least until Michael Moore and Al Gore brought some stiff competition in recent years.
Must be seen on the big screen though. The agonisingly slow take-off, with the seats rumbling from Brian Eno's digitally enhanced soundtrack, still raises the hairs on my neck.
The mix of personal and public history, with astronauts telling how it felt to fly to the moon, or walk on it, is totally engaging. Like having a friend in the living room tell you about his trip around the solar system.
An amazing film that builds a sense of wonder at this beautiful blue marble we call home.
*My friend thought it came second to The Times of Harvey Milk