Rat Fink is Going to Breed Batgirls with Mole Men!
The Wild World of Batwoman (Jerry Warren, 1966)
"He knew that he would do the honorable thing and set that girl free. This boy has fallen in love!"
The Wild World of Batwoman (1966)
And so has this boy. With Lady Bat herself, the Dominatrix of the Dark!
But let me explain.
I'm nothing if not someone who bends over to take it up the cheese, continually, so it's no surprise that I continue to post here even though no one reads me, no one likes me, no one cares, and no one is getting paid (er, at least, I'm not). I get far more reads in other places where I also don't get paid, so why continue here? I don't know. Old habits and all. (Shrugs.)
The Wild World of Batwoman is a 1966 Jerry Warren atrocity that is a little like an old episode of "Gilligan's Island" with better tits. Think Ray Dennis Steckler meets Russ Meyer, and you have it about two-thirds right. It came out, as previously mentioned, in the Good Year 1966, a great year for television, what with Victoria Winters and Captain Kirk, and Barnabas Collins waiting in the wings. (But not with Captain Kirk, who fancied Spock and Bones, and Scotty quite a bit more, as we all already know.)
Batwoman (Katherine Victor) is a quite stacked ultra-MILF what got some shocky Eddie Munster meets Elizabeth Collins Stoddard hair, and an opera mask and a set of talents exposed in her little "oh me, oh my" Vegas Showgirl bedroom-eyes ensemble and a weird Batwoman tattoo between her delectable ta-tahs. We're talking serious shower-nozzle self-pleasuring fantasy material here, and it's only added to by the fact that Batwoman lounges around all day poolside by her all-female harem (hence the term "harem"), consisting of Nancy Sinatra-era go-go girls who break out into spontaneous shimmy-shammy whether beachside, poolside, or mad scientist's lab-side. With-it, Dad!
So, Batwoman rescues one of her female crime fighters cum striptease debutantes from the clutches of the mad German scientist (is there any other kind?) Nemo (George Andre), who is increasingly unintelligible and who feeds his threadbare, paltry, crippled henchman Igor stand-in Bruno (Steve Conte) strawberries from his fingers, which may clue us in to the real nature of their relationship. They work in a de rigueur third-rung drive-in flick from 1966 mad scientist lab borrowed from Julia Hoffman on "Dark Shadows," and they kidnap one of the Batettes so that she can't use her special wristwatch to communicate with Batwoman's secret superhero HQ (which, by the way, has a sliding glass door overlooking the pool).
Batwoman frees the Bat Kitten, but then Ayjax Corp comes calling with a special assignment: an atom smasher cum secret weapon HEARING AID has been stolen, ripped-off, buried in a kiester-stall by the villainous Rat Fink ("one, two, three, four!"), who was borrowed from the older film The Bat, with Agnes Moorehead (stop laughing, damn you!) and Vinnie "Vinnie Vincent Invasion" Price. But, oh, at what a price? (Rat Fink, by the way, is actor Richard Banks.)
Rat Fink wears a lot of black cape, a black fedora, black gloves (but NOT clawed ones!) and a black ski mask with a nose hole for his undeniably plastic-looking schnozz. And then we all go subterranean, and Mole Men from an old monster-meets-Superman nosedive come burrowing out of the ground, but I can't specifically remember just where the HELL they were borrowed from. But it's all good stuff. Rock n' Rolla, of my Soula!
It all ends on an absurd up note, no great Shakespearean tragedies here. Think an old episode of "The Beverly Hillbillies" played backward, cut up at random, and remixed by a guy who just took LSD-25. It's more fun than a guy in a gorilla suit with a couple of fake coconuts, and a bunch of cult-like burlesque maidens dancing on a beach to some limp mid-Sixties froog music while a mad scientist and his boyfriend kick back with a smokin' hot mama who doubles as a costumed crime fighter.
Am I making sense here? No.
Damn skippy.
The Wild World of Batwoman (1966, Sci-Fi) Katherine Victor, Steve Brodie | Movie, Subtitles
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