That Darn Catwoman
"Chief O'Hara, had you ever seen this Titian-haired wench before?"
Every single episode we've had which featured both Julie Newmar as Catwoman and Stanley Ralph Ross as scriptwriter- a marriage made in Heaven- has been utterly terrific thus far. But with this two parter Batman hits heights it seldom reaches. I'm not one of those who likes to make lists f putative favourite episodes but, if I were, this two-parter would be very much in contention.
Curious, then, that this story is far from following the standard pattern. Not only is Catwoman’s accomplice Pussycat played by contemporary singer Lesley Gore, who even gets to perform pretty much two whole songs, crudely crowbarred in over both episodes, and deliberately so, but Robin is brainwashed in the very first scene and spends almost the whole story behaving like a juvenile delinquent from central casting. It’s not hard to see fear of the younger generation here, very prevalent in 1967, as previously goodie-goodie adolescents would suddenly start growing their hair, taking drugs, dropping out or, worse, questioning things like Jim Crow or the Vietnam War, which was really hitting up by this point. We therefore have a gloriously silly brace of episodes which nevertheless address some very real anxieties.
All this plus some truly excellent silly dialogue throughout the episode gives us something very special. So what if Catwoman is suddenly appearing a lot? At this point she’s the best name in Batman’s rogues gallery. It’s fun seeing a bridge to “New Guernsey” or the blatantly signposted Catlair.
Scat, Darn Catwoman
"One should always keep abreast of foreign tongues, Robin."
Even the cliffhanger is more interesting than usual- Batman must surrender or die, and seemingly surrenders. But I love how we’re allowed to see Batman taking a Batpill on a hilarious pretext shortly before he’s drugged- at no point are we expected to actually believe he’s under Catwoman’s spell; that’s part of the fun. And Adam West’s performance is at once fun, extraordinary and opens the door for some delightfully tense flirting.
Not that Burt Ward isn’t being excellent, of course, although Robin is soon captured and turned. And the final car chase and chase on foot between Catwoman and Batman is at once exciting and believably romantic, yet with tongue never being removed from cheek. And her apparent death at the end is both satisfyingly inconclusive (she will be back) and reassuring in that this is one car who should never be caged. Absolutely wonderful stuff.
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