Batman: The Movie

Starring: Adam West, Burt Ward, Cesar Romero, Burgess Meredith, Frank Gorshin, and Lee Meriwether
Director: Leslie H. Martinson
Writer: Lorenzo Semple Jr.
Studio: Twentieth Century Fox

I take comedy very seriously; it takes real skill to be funny on a regular basis. In this manufactured camp classic, every line of dialog, set, gesture, and costume choice are deliberate attempts to celebrate and ridicule the bizarre superhero comics of the fifties and sixties.

Every set is full of bizarre details in the background that require a pause button to take in; it's a staggering commitment to an aesthetic for a film created before vcr and dvd. The baroque nature of the humor yields new treasures with every viewing. Your second viewing points out the ridiculous pattern in the lining of the Riddler's jacket. Your third shows you that Catwoman's room is marked by a pretty pink ribbon and not a cat. It goes on and on.

Writing: The writing is tight. The plot is supposed to be ridiculous, the characters eccentric caricatures, and the dialog mannered and absurd. It's supposed to be exactly the opposite of hip, and it's as ironic as Stephen Colbert waving an American flag while the nation sinks into the sea.

Direction: Strong direction that works well around the budget constraints. It also helps that the film's aesthetic is supposed to look cheap so the director can dwell on the rubber sharks and cheap camera tricks that create the film's special effects.

Acting: Growing up watching with reruns of Adam West as Batman on basic cable has spoiled me. I grew up eating dinner in the living room with my little brother watching him and Burt Ward trying to foil Egg Head, False Face, King Tut, or some equally bizarre celebrity guest villain. It also makes me pissy when people my age only know him from Family Guy. The man has been doing brilliant comedy since my father was 5 years old. He can bring a mock seriousness to dialog that just floors me every time. Few things sound as equally serious and ridiculous as when Adam West says them, and Burt Ward provided the perfect foil for West. His voice is a comfortable old couch that my ears love to lay upon; it sturdily anchors the film as it bounces along waves of excess.

The excess comes in the form of the guest villains; we get some great lunacy coming from Romero, Meriwether, Meredith, and Gorshin. It's like watching the Harlem Globetrotters play; the ball goes from player to player so each can showboat rather than win the game. It's all about who can throw the most flair in front of the camera while looking a like a damn fool. Burgess Meredith is wearing furry gloves; he has muppet fingers, a monocle, and a cigarette holder. Gorshin is wearing a purple girdle, and Romero didn't shave his mustache. It lurks beneath his makeup crushing the suspension of disbelief with every closeup and well lit scene. It appears like they had a lot of fun filming this; I would like to think so at least. It just seems like a perfectly good waste of a rocket umbrella if you aren't enjoying the ride.

Editing: Nice abrupt cuts between wacky set pieces, and who could forget that gorgeous spinning logo. It's a tight film, and like the best comedies, it remembers that a good joke never overstays its welcome.

Soundtrack/Score:Crazy big band with blaring horns and wacky little musical ticks. A fun cartoony score that keeps things bouncy.

Self-Awareness: It plays it completely straight, but don't let that fool you. This film is self aware of every second of every frame.

Overall Rating: 5 stars because it's a perfectly executed comedy.
-Pete