The Batman Review: The Bat in the Belfry (S1E01)

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Original Airdate: September 11, 2004
Writer: Duane Capizzi
Seung Eun Kim

A short warning before we begin: I’m an extremely pompous geek who loves to show off how much he knows about Batman. So most every review is going to start with me blathering on about the entire history of that episode’s villain, plus any other stories that might’ve served as an inspiration for the episode.

Buuut not this one. It stars the Joker, and if you don’t know who that is, you should probably get back to Remedial Batmanology.

Let’s take a look.

We begin, naturally, with a Batman Cold Open: a scene where the hero kicks some ass, no context required. In other words, it’s The Batman attempting this:


Thing is, though – that’s not a fight anyone can really win. The B:TAS opening sequence is one of the few parts of that show I find legitimately untouchable. Senior Batmanologist Chris Sims lays out a bunch of Deep, Meaningful Reasons here, but the superficial parts are more than enough for me – Tokyo Movie Shinsa’s animation is smooth and slick, the show’s signature “Dark Deco” style gets played to all its strengths, and Danny Elfman’s score could get a mannequin’s blood pumping.

And what does The Batman offer in response? Some cool-if-forgettable guitar riffs, designs from Jeff Matsuda (an acquired taste at best for those who didn’t grow up with Jackie Chan Adventures), and a pioneering style that some guy way wittier than me christened “Why the fuck is the sky green?” – all decent for your run-of-the-mill superhero cartoon, but not much beyond that.

So anyways, the ass getting kicked belongs to one Rupert Thorne, surely the patron saint of bit-part bad guys. B:TAS only whipped him out when the script called for a one-dimensional mobster, and even in the comics his big debut was almost instantly hijacked by the heavyweights. The Batman doesn’t touch a hair of that – it just ’70s up the whole package beyond recognition.

Zoom in on his hands and you’ll see a moodstone on every ring.

This is another thing that instantly sets The Batman apart from B:TAS That Other Show –  all the aesthetics have been bumped up three or four decades. There’s not a fedora or tie to be found among these gangsters, and you shouldn’t hold your breath expecting that to change.

Also not appearing in this episode: realistic guns of any kind. Well, Goon Number One gets a bazooka, but gets disarmed before he can fire it and… doesn’t even try to pick it back up before grabbing a pole and charging. Goon Number Two gets a set of glowy laser nunchucks (coming soon to a Wal-Mart toy aisle near you!). Our hero beats the shit out of ’em, stylishly sticking to the shadows all the while – not a new trick by any means, but hey, if it ain’t broke…

His backup gone, Thorne does something incredibly dumb and entirely reasonable for a guy in his position: offer this bigger, scarier outlaw a cut of the loot. Sure, we know it’s pointless, but what mafioso wouldn’t treat bribes as a fact of life, especially in Gotham? When that fizzles out – or maybe he’s just realized there’s nothing stopping the new guy from taking a 100% cut – then he bails.

For a whole roof and a half.

Fighting evil by moonlight.
Winning love by daylight.
Never running from a real fight.
He is the one called the Batman.

Now, pretty much every design in this show has gotten shit at one point or another, but the star usually gets a free pass, and it’s not hard to see why. Beneath all the anime stylings, it’s a pretty conservative take on the character – and the overlong cape gets two thumbs up from me, splayed across the ground like a big black claw while doubling as a reminder that the guy wearing it still has some growing to do.

So Thorne’s off to the clink, but not before he cues our hero’s first line:

“H-How’d you do that?”
“I’m the Batman.”

A little on-the-nose, maybe, but you certainly can’t accuse it of not respecting tradition. As for the vocals… while not exactly a big name in the VA industry, Rino Romano puts in a fair job as a green-but-tough crimefighter, and it’s not really his fault that this show rarely gives him the rich, emotional story beats That Other Show so lavished on Kevin Conroy.

Meanwhile, Thorne sounds pretty dopey throughout, but let’s face it: how many of us would do better if we were getting stared down by the Batman? And yes, the “the” is mandatory. This show commits to its l33t edginess, yo.

Want more proof? They literally got a guy called The Edge to do the theme song.

I thought this opening kicked all the ass in the world when I was eleven, but now that I’m older and wiser… I still like it a decent amount, barefaced gadget toy advertising and all. That said, older-and-wiser me still needed someone else’s help to figure out that sound at the end is an awkwardly stage-whispered “The Batmaaan” and not the Batmobile revving up, so you be the judge.

Those wonderful toys, by the way, get their very own aesthetic: neon glows against blacks and grays, like something straight out of Blade Runner. Hmm… Batman with the aesthetics of Blade Runner, all meant for a younger audience than the… OH GOD NO.

One day I will watch this all the way through. That day is not today.

Anyways, Bruce returns to the Batcave after a hard night’s work, and finds Alfred’s whipped up a little surprise.

“… Alfred, is this going to go to my hips?”

Turns out it’s been exactly three years since Bruce donned cape and cowl. Alfred tells him to make a wish, conveying the all-important backstory crisply, if a little too mawkishly (did we really need to fade out to a photo of li’l Bruce playing with mommy and daddy?). Then it’s time for us to meet… urrrrghhhh…

Chief Angel Rojas.


Since he’s a fat anti-Batman cop and everything, it would be easy to compare Rojas to Harvey Bullock from That Other Show, but that’s quite frankly an insult to Bullock. Rojas has no redeeming features whatsoever. He’s loud, unpleasant, ugly, abusive to his men, and horrifically incompetent as a cop, and can’t even manage to be funny with any of those schticks. I’m no big fan of how often superhero stories push naysayers into out-and-out villainy, but I think I’d have preferred it in this case – at least Rojas being straight-up evil would’ve provided some sense of catharsis, as with the dirty cops in Frank Miller’s Year One.

Long story short: a lot of The Batman get too much hate too many quarters, but Rojas is one that I think didn’t get enough.

Speaking of Year One, Rojas’ main role in the first couple seasons (aside from making me wish for his slow and painful death) is to evoke that very setting, where even non-criminals at best dismiss the Batman as an “urban legend” and at worst actively gun for his cowl on a plate. It’s a bold departure from That Other Show’s Gotham, which usually took the resident vigilante for granted unless the villain-of-the-week framed him for something. Or at least it would be, if Bruce wasn’t all “The Batman’s right where he likes, hovering below the radar” like Rojas is doing him a damn favor.

This will be a recurring… quirk of The Batman: it wants this young, edgy Batman who’s got the whole world against him, but it also wants this cool, trendy Batman who’s totally With It™ so buy his toys please please PLEASE. At a time his mission should be at its rawest, he’s chill enough to throw on a T-shirt, park himself in front of the TV, and breeze about it over a bowl of cereal.

But maybe I’m being too hard on the guy. He has, after all, had three whole years to settle into his mission – years that, according to Exposition News, have seen Gotham’s crime rates fall to a nationwide low. Geez, I don’t think even the Adam West show was that rosy.

“No time to waste, old chum! The Riddler’s out of jail!”
“AGAIN?! Holy bleeding-hearts, we just put him away THREE DAYS ago!”

Cut to police headquarters, where Chief Rojas does his one sorta-good deed in the whole series: pairing up local detective Ethan Bennett with Metropolis transfer Ellen Yin. I’ll get in-depth on them later, so for now let’s just call it a tentative win for Progressivism™ that the GCPD is so diversified.

As night falls, Bruce has to keep up appearances by going to an NBA game. I don’t really like how Romano sounds here – a little too petulant and childish for my tastes – but it’s still the first episode so I’ll let it slide. Since it’s too early for the Bat-Signal and Commissioner Gordon, Alfred presents Bruce with a little PDA thing called the Bat-Wave (complete with cringeworthy salespitch) that’ll alert him if there’s any evil afoot.

Okay, enough with the good guys. Much like Disney, any Batman story worth its salt knows evil has all the real stars. Anyone wanna guess what our next stop is?

My mind feels healthier already.

With so much of The Batman reeking of the lighter-and-softer, it seems that the showrunners felt they had to balance things out by pushing Arkham as far in the other direction as humanly possible. I mean, That Other Show’s Arkham was never sunshine and lollipops, but this show’s gets downright medieval – never mind the inmates, the staff dress like they wade through people’s insides for a living.

Now, starting off your shiny new Batman series with a Joker story seems like a no-brainer, but weirdly enough, it’s only happened a handful of times. Aside from this show, the only ones I can name are the ’70s Filmation cartoon and the Tim Burton movies. I’ve heard from other, grumpier Bat-fans that there’s no better sign of a show being written by corporate number-crunchers instead of true artists (sniff), and fair’s fair, I suppose it does signify fewer chances being taken.

After all, That Other Show used its first episode on Man-Bat, of all villains…

Y’know what would’ve been more impressive, though? If they’d managed to make him INTERESTING.

(Sure, the network made them air a Catwoman story first, but we won’t count that against them.)

The Joker gets a horror movie sort of intro, set from the POV of the guard he attacks. Nothing wrong with that in theory, but I think I’d like it a lot better if said guard didn’t sound like such a stoner. I know, I know, it’s part and parcel with the horror genre, but still…

Yet Another Unfair Comparison: That Other Show’s Joker premiere also used horror overtones, but to much stronger effect. Most of us don’t work at a mental institution that would make Ted Bundy crap himself, but cussing out some asshole driver? We’ve all been there before. So when the big reveal comes…


… it just feels so much more personal.

Anyways, bravely stepping into Mark Hamill’s spats is one Kevin Michael Richardson, proud alum of every goddamn cartoon with even a shred of popularity in the US. And several dozen without. And whatever criticisms Bat-fans have about this show’s Joker, I like the baritone Richardson brings – the Joker, of all characters, should never be constrained to a certain tone or pitch.

We’ll be getting to his looks later, but for now, lemme just say that this Cheshire Cat shot of him – two red eyes and a yellow smile in midair – is probably the scariest he gets all episode.

“I’m not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.”

After gassing the guard, Joker hits the asylum’s plot-mandated Open All Cells button. Do the inmates who clamber out look familiar? They should. They worked on That Other Show.

Some folks go gentle into that good cancellation. Some folks aren’t Bruce Timm.

This plot point, by the way, doesn’t really have any impact besides drawing Batman and the police to Arkham, but I suppose that was inevitable. At this point, Arkham hasn’t got any big-name supervillains incarcerated, and while mundane homicidal maniacs can make for good primetime TV viewing, they’re not really suitable for the young’uns.

So Bruce stands up his two beards dates at the big game, steals a joke from Batman ’89 while he’s at it, and runs off to Arkham. Which has conveniently been sealed off to the police since Joker blew up the only bridge.

I suppose you lot are waiting for a reference to this. Well, keep waiting because I don’t have it yet.

Inside, the Batman finds an awful chilly recep… whoop, my mistake, one guy’s pretty happy to see him!

Joker Gas: Not Even Once.

Now, obviously, the Joker’s trademark poison can’t be lethal in a kid’s show, and fair’s fair – I think any seven- or eight-year-olds in the audience at the time would’ve been pretty spooked by this. Still, I find that I prefer the (usually) subtler grins of Joker victims from That Other Show; I don’t believe that gritty naturalism is the best option for every facet of Batman (and I kind of hate how Chris Nolan instilled that thinking in a whole generation of Bat-fans), but it usually is for the horror-based bits.

We then get our first clear look at the Joker.

Well, that’s just all kinds of wrong. His tongue’s supposed to be blue!

Okay, there’s a lot to hate about this design, starting with the fact that it drop-kicks every ounce of subtlety out the closest window. I know that subtle usually isn’t a word anyone associates with the Joker, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s vital to all the best portrayals. For maximum punch, there should be some part of him that gives off an air of non-homicidal-clown-ness – be it Cesar Romero’s grandfatherly grace, Jack Nicholson’s chubby, jovial (if slightly gross) uncle, or Heath Ledger’s slurring bum who seems like he couldn’t even tie his own shoes.

I mean, this isn’t the worst Mistah J’s ever seen-

Pictured: why people named Snyder should just stay the hell away from DC.

-but even people who liked their Jokers a little more demonic accused this of being different for the sake of being different. That said, the straitjacket is a neat touch, and as a kid I was always fascinated by how his sleeves swayed and swept like they had minds of their own. The Batman ruins the whole image about two minutes later, but still…

Hem. Moving on. Joker cheerfully accuses Batman of being a straggling inmate, and pops off his nom de crime while he’s at it. Now, That Other Show never really covered this historic first meeting (viewers were apparently supposed to see the show as a soft tie-in to the Burton movies), but this show’s depiction of it actually touches on some fairly sophisticated themes… if with as much subtlety as the Joker’s design. I know – seasoned fans these days are justifiably sick to death of hearing about how “OMG BATMAN AND JOKER R 1 AND THE SAME!!!!1!” from every writer and his dog, but it’s still a rather high concept to introduce to young’uns.

Alas, the Batman is not so easily impressed, so he just marches right in and tries to wipe Joker’s “disguise” off. Spoiler: it doesn’t work.

batman - the killing joke 06
One day it will. And on that day he’ll wish it hadn’t.

Then this starts happening.

At this point, any old-school fans who haven’t run away screaming from the character designs have probably stormed out in disgust. Me – I was going through my One Piece phase when this show was on, so I just thought it was awesome. Seriously, what’s the point of touring the world and learning eighteen different fighting styles if all you need is some good ole fisticuffs to get things done?

“Oh, my. An angry mob reaction image. How original.”

Also, the Joker’s playing-card shuriken kick ass, and anyone who says different can meet me in the pit.

Joker explains that he took over Arkham because he needs a new hideout (or something), but all this kung-fu fighting is too much for him so he runs off with tail between legs. This leads to what’s probably my favorite part of the episode, where Batman tries to chase him and comes face-to-face with a giant jack-in-the-box.

Did I mention that was exactly what Joker blew up the bridge with?

Our hero tries to stall the gears with all his might, but the infernal machine is just a little too strong for him. And right when it looks like this show should be renaming itself The Splatman


Call it a cop-out if you want, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s the most Jokerish moment in this whole episode.

Hearing the police sirens outside, the Batman makes his exit, taking the Joker’d guard with him as Robin antidote material. Bennett and Yin show up just in time to see him swinging off into the night (with his grappling hook hanging onto… I dunno, the moon), too late to do anything else.

Next morning, Bruce gets the customary soundbite from Exposition News – which is really impressive, since they apparently forgot to animate the newscast, so all we get to see is a blank screen. Oh, and it’s implied that Joker’s gas, while not lethal, actually inflicts locked-in syndrome on its victims, which… Jesus.

After some kid-friendly detective work (find Joker’s old hideout, get sample of his poison, blah blah blah), we come to our second-act cliffhanger: Detective Bennett’s come to Wayne Manor, and he knows exactly who he’s looking for…

… his best bud Bruce Wayne.

The amount of Totally Radicalness in this scene must be seen to be believed.
And they say we don’t live in a post-racial society…

Okay, let’s talk about Ethan Bennett.

He’s a pretty transparent stand-in for Harvey Dent (sympathetic character in the city establishment, old friend of Bruce Wayne’s), who primarily exists because Chris Nolan already called dibs on Dent and the brain donors running WB Entertainment think kids will get “confused” if their feeble little minds have to contend with multiple versions of the Bat-villains. That, by the way, is at least 50% of the reason so many people hate this show, because it was that exact same reasoning which prevented Bat-villains (even the Joker) from popping up in later seasons of Justice League.*

Ethan’s kind of obnoxious in the first couple of episodes, since a lot of his dialogue is old white dudes trying to write “Black talk”, but the concept is something I really like. He’s a presumably working-class guy who’s old friends with the richest guy in Gotham, and even plays basketball with him every once in a while. Maybe you think this is way too unrealistic, but I think it’s a much better way of depicting this Bruce as a more approachable noveau riche type, instead of a member of the Old Boys’ Club.

(That said, I’m not exactly in a position to complain about people who hate the Black Best Friend trope with a burning vengeance. Let’s leave it at that.)

Ethan’s dropped by because he needs a friend to talk to: he’s the only cop in Gotham who’ll even consider the Batman being a good thing, and the department has rewarded such open-mindedness by dumping the entire case on his shoulders. Also, Alfred suuuucks at being inconspicuous (“It’s only a Ming” made me chuckle, though).

Since we’ve only got five minutes of airtime left, the Batman displays more genre savvy than all of his predecessors put together and just goes to the first clown-themed abandoned building he sees. In a cute touch, it’s named “Monarch”, presumably after the playing-card plant that usually pops up in Joker origin stories.

Joker comes right out to greet his new guest, and winds up for another knee-slapper.

Stop Me If You've Heard This One
“See, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum…”

Actually, it’s even less subtle than that, and without the novelty of the first go-round, it’s exponentially emptier. Let’s just cut to the chase: Joker’s got a hot-air balloon filled with laughing gas, and he’s going to run it right against the Joan of Arc Lady Gotham statue in the town square. This… is not exactly what you’d call an original Joker plot. In fact, “Joker tries to poison the city” may well be the laziest one next to “Joker attacks someone close to Batman, Batman swears to end him ONCE AND FOR ALL, cue navel-gazing.”**

It might’ve felt kinda fresh back in ’89, but at least that version had some choice lines delivered by Jack Nicholson at his Nicholsoniest and a passable attempt at social satire. And then That Other Show pretty much recycled the plot for one of its earliest scripts, creating what most fans agreed to be its weakest Joker episode, a dreary slog that even Mark Hamill’s wicked scenery-chewing couldn’t salvage. What this episode needed was some long-overdue innovation on the concept.

What it got was a new hat for Laughing Boy.

My interest! Ze goggles do nozhing!

You can probably guess the rest: Batman tows the balloon away from the statue (missing it by inches), the police peg Joker as the guy behind everything, and Batman drives the balloon into Gotham Bay, where he cuts it open with a Batarang so he can collect a sample of Joker’s poison. No, there’s no attention paid to how badly this will wreck the ecosystem, why do you ask?***

Oh, and there’s another kung-fu fight (supplemented by a Schumacher-worthy battle of puns) and the Batboat (coming to stores this Christmas!) makes a gratuitous ten-second appearance, but at this point, who gives a crap?

Epilogue: antidote’s been invented through the miracle of Bat-science, the guard’s a-okay, and Arkham says hello to a new patient. And goodbye to its fourth wall.

As Bat-debuts go, this isn’t really what I’d call a gold standard. Batman ’66 kicked off by introducing the world to the sheer loony glee that was Frank Gorshin’s Riddler and the Batusi. That Other Show provided some truly gorgeous music and animation that more than made up for the ho-hum Man-Bat plot. Batman Begins, for better or worse, launched a new Renaissance in superhero filmmaking. Hell, even The Brave and the Bold gets points for using a hero as obscure as Jaime Reyes to establish its anything-goes premise.

This, though… it’s basically a poor man’s Batman ’89, so if you’re not a fan of the character designs or guitar riffs, there’s not much to recommend it. Please do believe me, though, when I say that it gets much better later on, and if nothing else, Richardson’s vocals do tend to grow on a guy.

Next: Now is not the time for too many Chris Nolan jokes. That comes later.

* I’m actually pretty grateful to that particular “Bat-Embargo”, but that’s a rant for a whole ‘nother day.

** That said, given the choice between the two, I’d take the former every damn time. The latter is such a cliché that Sergio Aragonés was able to tear it a new one in 1996, and modern writers still won’t stop doing it.

*** According to Capizzi, this was actually meant to homage yet another classic Joker story, but the scene got trimmed for time constraints. Nice to know he’s got his heart in the right place, at least.


7 thoughts on “The Batman Review: The Bat in the Belfry (S1E01)

  1. Man, all I can remember from my early encounters with this show is my older, die-hard B:TAS!Joker fan of a sister shitting on this Joker’s design everytime she so much as heard it. Well, Jaime, now that you can’t hear me, I LIKE his jester-esque hair!! Take that!!

    (This episode was so bland to me I don’t have a specific comment on it. Whoo!)


    • ‘ello, welcome to the blog! Stay awhile – gift shop is to the right.

      (I’d originally wanted to make a DBZ crack about Joker’s hair, but forgot. Never saw too much DBZ anyhow, so no big loss.)

      (… you have a sister?)


  2. Good on you, Lotus! I may hate this show with a fiery passion of a thousand suns, but you make it seem mildly tolerable (plus Kevin Michael Richardson is a precious resource no matter what role he’s in).


  3. Really enjoyed this show as a kid, I don’t think it holds up quite as well as I remember but it does have it’s good points. Heck, even TAS doesn’t hold up completely; few childhood shows do. Still, I don’t think this show deserves nearly as much hate as it got and still gets.


  4. Regarding the opening animation for That Other Show, you were right the first time here; it was TMS. They just didn’t do “On Leather Wings.” Sorry for the confusion.


  5. We didn’t watch TV much when I was a kid, and while I have encountered That Other Show before, I’m not even sure The Batman ever aired down here, except maybe on pay TV, which we didn’t have. On top of that, comics don’t do it for me, so I’m adrift in a sea of confusion here.

    But for what it’s worth, RL, I just watched both shows’ intros right now, and The Other Show’s struck me as bland. Preteen You (Rubber Bud?) was right: it’s awesome. As an outsider to the Batman universe (except the Nolan movies), it gave me a much clearer sense of what I was looking at. Stick to your guns, I say.


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