Superman Man of Steel IMAX Times

Seeing Man of Steel at Henry Ford Museum’s 70mm IMAX is like going to a rock concert; it’s a big, bombastic time at the movies that’ll will blow the shoes right off of your feet. Don’t be surprised if the person next to you is sitting upside down by the end. I think I saw people walk into walls on their way out. Yes, Man of Steel IMAX is that wild.

So far there’s been a fascinating reaction to the film. This isn’t Iron Man 3 where a few people had gripes about this or that – here viewers are either doing back flips or putting their smart caps on and getting meta about what the filmmakers are saying about their treatment of a blue tights-wearing alien who just happens to be an American icon.

Despite this, one thing is for sure – Man of Steel is THE event movie of the summer. There’s no doubt about it. Seeing the audience on Saturday’s sold-out afternoon show at The Henry Ford there were people of all ages waiting to get in. Whether it was an elderly man wearing a Superman shirt, or the family of four all sporting their own Supes apparel, this is a film that everyone wants to see.

So why not see it in the best presentation possible? With the clarity that 70mm IMAX brings, you are drawn into the picture in a way that no standard theater can deliver. Man of Steel has the biggest effects of the summer, if not the entire superhero genre put together – it’s that massive. The last hour of the film is a two-fisted wallop to the senses that has never been witnessed before… and at The Henry Ford you see every pore on the actor’s face as they are literally being punched through buildings!

Sadly, Man of Steel isn’t like Star Trek Into Darkness or the Batman films where segments were filmed with IMAX cameras and take advantage of the whole screen, but it’s still so much larger and impressive than any neighborhood screen you will pay to see it on.

And let’s talk about the sound. I personally love the theatricality of the pre-show where the theater points out where the speakers are and then breaks into a free jazz ditty before the announcer rattles your seat with the monster sub woofers. It’s just P.T. Barnum enough for me to get giddy with anticipation of what a real deal Hollywood blockbuster will sound like in this arena.