I HATE Post-1966 Batman movie costumes. Every dreadful one of ‘em. First, hiring some asshole to design what’s already been designed WELL. Second, making it “believable”. In Azzarello’s Broken City (pic not available), Rizzo draws ONE panel showing a credible exo-skeleton, lightweight in appearance, complete with built-in muscle striations on his shoulders/pecs. Done. All that fucking minutiae never made/broke any of those 7 flicks. It’s like the comics-move to nano-details in clothes. Do I need to see bolts in Babs Gordon’s chest, and a hundred little grip-nipples on her gloves to believe in her, while accepting that her venerated detective dad can’t figger out that the baby he raised is the chick in the bat-mask??? If you need that level of validation from your comics, take your long boxes down to the Children’s Hospital and give them up, then go read a damned historical memoir. Meanwhile, every halfway watchable Batman fan-flick gets the look perfect.