"Listen, Daka, or whatever your name is! I owe allegiance to no country or order but my own! I'm an American, first and always, and no amount of torture conceived by your twisted oriental brain will make me change my mind!"
I last watched this over Christmas and New Year, 1990-91. Why not watch it again, now, for the firsttime since? The first screen appearance of Batman and a Robin for whom every day is a bad hair day. The first ever appearance, comics included, of Alfred and the Batcave, which is reveal to us from the very start in all ots awesome glory: a posh table, a chair or two, some bats flying about and some papier mache rocks. Bloody terrifying.
This is genuinely very good and engaging, though. Lewis Wilson is excellent as a Batman who, as Bruce Wayne, amusingly exaggerates his playboy persona for the benefit of his disapproving girlfriend, Linda Page, who- she being a woman and this being 1943- is a typist. There's a good explanation ("our special assignment from Uncle Sam") for Bruce not being in the armed forces. And the plot, involving radium in a safe, a radioactive ray gun, and sinister mind control, is excellent.
But- and yes, you knew this was coming: yep, the racism. You have to make allowances for the fact this is 1943, and this is Imperial Japan, merrily committing unspeakable war crimes as the movie serial is filmed. The yellowface is one thing- far from ok, but there's a context. But, I mean, we get the line "since a wise government rounded up the shifty-eyed J*ps", which is utterly mind boggling. Wow.
So yes, all very good... but the racism is really, really shocking, it can't be denied.
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