There are Batman movies for everyone. Like the bright, shiny hyper-competent Batman? The 1966 Adam West movie is your jam. Want the none-more-tortured emotionally crippled Batman for whom Bruce Wayne is merely a shell? Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight trilogy is there for you. What about the chance to watch George Clooney act bemused by whatever circumstances led him to being surrounded by craziness for two hours? Batman and Robin. But no one film truly captures the greatness of Batman’s long-running career more than 1992’s Batman Returns.
