Bat Pussy, a vintage porn flick that promises a Gotham City experience unlike anything Christopher Nolan ever conceived. Forget brooding billionaires and existential threats, this is Gotham where the biggest crime is apparently filming a sex scene without Bat Pussy’s express permission.
The film throws us into the humdrum existence of Buddy and Sam, a married couple whose bedroom dynamics are anything but dynamic. Trapped in a small apartment and seemingly a relationship rut, Buddy, fueled by the pages of a Screw magazine, decides to inject some excitement with oral sex. What follows is a bedroom ballet of cunnilingus, fingering, and fellatio, all performed with a distinct lack of enthusiasm, and punctuated by the startling visual of Buddy’s persistently…unenthusiastic member. Their sexual encounters become a backdrop for verbal sparring, a constant stream of insults and critiques on each other’s performance. It’s less erotic exploration and more marital mediation through the medium of mumbled obscenities.
Meanwhile, in a parallel universe of low-budget absurdity, we meet Dora Dildo, the alter ego of Bat Pussy, holed up in her “Secret Warehouse Hideout.” Forget the Batcave; this is pure, unadulterated cinematic genius. Dora’s superpower is delightfully lowbrow: crime detection via “twat twitch.” When her nether regions signal an impending “fuck movie” being shot in her “holy Gotham City” without her involvement, Dora springs to action. The transformation into Bat Pussy is less about sleek gadgets and more about sheer will, involving a costume change and a bizarre mode of transport – an inflatable space hopper.
The ensuing chase scene through “Gotham” (which appears to be a local park, complete with shrubbery) is a masterclass in guerilla filmmaking. Bat Pussy’s journey is interrupted only by a quick pit stop to relieve herself behind some bushes and a sudden detour to thwart a criminal. Her method of crime-fighting? Bashing the assailant with her space hopper. It’s less Dark Knight, more Darkly Hilarious.
The storylines collide when Bat Pussy, in all her space-hopper riding glory, bursts into Buddy and Sam’s apartment, interrupting their amateur pornographic photoshoot (Buddy was trying to “make a fortune” selling snaps of Sam’s… you get the picture). Instead of confronting them with vigilante justice, Bat Pussy inexplicably joins their bedroom escapade, introducing a dildo into the mix and transforming the duo into a trio. However, this ménage-à-trois is as fleeting as it is bewildering. Just as suddenly as she arrived, Bat Pussy exits, costume in tow, leaving Buddy and Sam to return to their bickering and bewildered state. The film culminates with Bat Pussy’s dejected return to her hideout, collapsing outside in a state of disarray, presumably exhausted from the sheer effort of… being Bat Pussy.
