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Fritz Lang's Frau im Mond (1929) was the film that literally invented the countdown.  It will also go down in history as the first film to have its own R&D department.  Lang was determined that his story about the first expedition to the Moon would avoid the sort of fantasy technology that had marked the Moon voyage of George Méliès, so he hired the rocket  pioneer Hermann Oberth as technical adviser. 
Oberth helped Lang to design a moon rocket that was remarkably accurate down to the fine details.  It was a liquid-fueled three-stage affair that was so on the money that when the Nazi government started fiddling with rockets of their own they confiscated Lang's models, which were subsequently lost in the war.

Oberth almost lost an eye to the picture.  For the premiere of the film, Oberth was supposed to launch a real liquid fueled rocket of his own.  The problem was that the technology was in its infancy and Oberth, despite being one of the world's greatest rocket experts, was no engineer.  After fighting an impossible deadline and surviving a series of laboratory explosions he gave up on his rocket, which made many a German fire marshal eternally grateful.

Though the trip to the Moon in the film was probably the best seen on the screen until the 1950s, once the action moves to the lunar surface things just get silly.  The reason for the first Moon voyage in Lang's film was simple: Gold.  The scientists sold the backers on the idea that the Moon was positively stinking with the stuff.  When our heroes reach the Moon, they not only find that it has caves groaning with gold, but that there is a perfectly breathable atmosphere to boot.

Lucky, lucky bastards.

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