Well now it seems rude not to watch every single other Batman film for comparison to the 1966 masterpiece.
With all the Christopher Nolan and Ben Affleck stuff whirring around, and perhaps the near franchise-ending disaster that was the Clooney Batman, I feel like these Tim Burton/Michael Keaton films have been somewhat forgotten. And yet, this one holds up remarkably well.
It’s one part campy fun, two parts disturbing surreal nightmare, mixed with a pinch of late 80s hot-as-shit Kim Basinger. Different to the Nolan films in many ways, yet every bit as good.