was the first movie I saw in theaters, and the image of a giant bat slowly flying in the dark left a deep imprint on my developing psyche., the man let loose without limits, consequently creating a picture marinated in a cartoonish, sexually confused surreality. While it’s ostensibly a family movie to Schumacher,is loaded with gratuitous close-up shots of sculpted rubber butts, and where Poison Ivy tells Batman she’s got “wild oats to sow.
So it’s a thing to behold when the receiving party of Poison Ivy’s hammy come-ons is the total stick-in-the-mud George Clooney. The actor’s performance as a plain-spoken adult, even when flashing a Bat-credit card, is miraculously complementary to the neon lunacy surrounding him.