Last night I watched a second season episode of the 1960s Batman and Robin television show. It was a wonderful, humorous, formulaic show. You could always count on the corny phrases, the fight scenes, the cliff-hanger ending that they got out of at the beginning of the next episode by some “logical” trick of science and learning that Batman would pull out.
There have been many other incarnations of Batman, most of them darker than the TV show. But the TV show is the only Batman I ever really known, or ever really care to know.
Batman was perfect in obeying the law, didn’t drink, smoke, usually got both of them out of their scrapes. Only this episode had Robin making one of the escapes and saving Batman.
Just shows how different the sensibilities were 50 years ago.
At The Rainbow 