Return to the Batcave Paul A. Kaufman

What is it with television reunions? Gilligan's Island, The Dukes of Hazzard and now Batman. To be honest though, Return to the Batcave isn't half bad, that is if you enjoyed the campy '60s action classic starring Adam West and Burt Ward as the Caped Crusaders. Featuring as much dancing and diabolical dilemmas as "pows," "bops" and "thwaks," it was hardly Masterpiece Theatre, but there was something about those men in tights battling Vincent Price, Milton Berle, Burgess Meredith and Caesar Romero each week that made the gratuitous sexual undertones and ridiculous dialogue quality entertainment. Return is more of the same 35 years later, with our heroes now geriatric and a little less, well, everything. Part new adventure, part staged flashbacks, the heroes are simply the actors West and Ward, who attend a charity event unsolicited, where the original Batmobile is stolen right from under them. Cue the "na na na na" music, the adventure and cameos by original cast members (Lee Meriwether, Julie Newmar and the late Frank Gorshin) and we have an adventure. Though the mystery of the stolen car is even slower than the original series' usual tortoise pace (with the exception of West breaking out the Batusi again with Newmar), it's the pair's flashbacks of how the show came to be, found brief success and then folded — in order to retrace their steps to find clues — that makes this made-for-TV film better than expected. Though they could have thrown in more of the juicy sexual escapades Ward dropped in his autobiography, Boy Wonder: My Life in Tights, to up the smut factor, there's enough PG-13 fun to tide over even the horniest Catwoman fan. (Anchor Bay)