eveninghour

Have I mentioned how much I adore the 60s Batman series? There is not enough love for it. And I do love me some camp kitsch. Sure, it takes the mickey out of the Golden/Silver Age comics (but even they were camp), but hey, this is the Swinging Sixties we’re talking about here. Who ever cared for darkness and angst? It’s the era of free-loving and psychedelia! Even the Bats ain’t safe. I wish a DVD box set would be released but no, DC are too damn proud to even consider it, and Fox are well, just being difficult. DAMN YOU EXECS, I WOULD TOTALLY BUY IT! As would many others, I’m sure! I’ve managed to find several episodes on YouTube and other video-sharing sites, but it’s just not enough.

Oh well. There’s always the movie, which incidentally is the HOLY SPECIAL EDITION. LULZ. That’s EPIC WIN already. But the movie doesn’t have Julie Newmar (aka Catwoman), whose seductive manner and beautiful figure is greatly envied by me. Her costume is actually one of my favourites; even though it’s really quite simple, and well, figure-hugging (wouldn’t work with me, that’s for sure), the tactile texture of the fabric—it’s all shimmery like velvet—shows off the felinity of the character. Very naughty.

And who can forget the hilarious “chemistry” between Batman and Catwoman:

Riddler’s obviously got other kinks apart from puzzles:

Ledger!Joker’s deliberately repressed this side of his personality—CAMP!JOKER, complete with watermelon red suit and pinstripes!: