Been a while since I did a review but I had quite the experience watching Man of Steel on Saturday.
Firstly, there's the movie. Zack Snyder has his shortcomings as a director. He really likes to make uncomfortable moments last a long time. He never blows up a car when he can blow up a city block. He really is plugged into a mindset that is unfriendly to strong women. That said, he also knows how to pace a story. He has his hand on the pulse of what excites the masses.
Man of Steel took ownership of an old property that should have been tired and sad, completely bereft of vitality, by this point. I don't think I'm giving up any spoilers by saying that, for the first time in ages, Lex Luthor wasn't the major antagonist of a Superman movie. Snyder really went back to formula with the character and he's given us the strangest of all things in a Superman movie: something new. At every point where things slowed down enough to be uninteresting, he would cut to a different flashback or relevant moment. The casting was good, the acting was good, the direction was good and the pacing was amazing.
Now, having gotten the movie part out of the way, I can get to the rest of my movie going experience. Firstly, when we arrived, they sold us tickets to the wrong showing. We had to go back and get new tickets so we didn't have to arm wrestle people for seats. Once we got seated, the real fun began.There was a guy in front of me who thought that it wasn't a problem to check his email, his text message and has facebook updates. Thing is, I'm a white dude, living in the South and he was a black dude. This normally isn't a problem, anywhere I've lived except the South. Every time a white dude bitches about a black person down here, at least, every time that I've seen, the white dude gets treated like a racist prick and blamed for the incident. I left the dude alone and just ADD-ed like a mofo whenever his little screen was on. My kid was pissed. She started thumping the back of his seat. It didn't work and after a few minutes, his wife started doing the same thing. Hooray!
Also, being that we went to a relatively early show, a bunch of people brought their toddlers to see the movie. Halfway through the movie, some little kind starts yelling, "WHAT!?" over and over until I was ready to find and murder her and her parents. Then some other kid starts shouting at ear-split levels, "I wanna go!!!" at minutely intervals.
It wasn't all horror, though. As we have all learned from the Marvel movies, you don't walk out until the credits end. So we were sitting, about a quarter of the theater, waiting for the credits to end, (spoilers: there's nothing after the credits.) when one of the guys who's supposed to be cleaning the theater starts nerding the place up, talking, loudly,about how the movies that show things after the credits are "just pandering" to the audience. Now, this guy was a good thirty feet away from us and I couldn't hear the conversation I was having with my wife, sitting next to me, over the guy just being a negative dick. He was feckin' irritaing and that's when my favorite part of Man of Steel happened: My wife sits up and makes eye contact with the guy and says, loud enough for him to hear over his complaining, "Would you shut up!? If you need to just keep making noise, take it outside. We don't want to fucking hear you!" The asshole falls silent. The theater falls silent and we sit in peace. A glance around shows the entire theater looking at my wife, the guy or the floor. On the way out, there were a shitload of smiles directed my wife's way and ultimately, this was my best movie experience in a while.
Zack Snyder's Man of Steel? Thumbs up. My wife? All mine, folks.