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A man who has a body almost completely covered in tattoos is searching for the woman who cursed him with the "skin illustrations". Each tattoo reveals a bizarre story, which is experienced by staring at the scene depicted. When the illustrated man meets a fellow tramp on the road a strange voyage begins.
They really missed out by not remaking this in the '90s with Henry Rollins. In between the stories, he could have harangued the other characters with monologues about self-hatred and transformation.
This has been on my "to watch" forever, and I finally got around to it because of the trailer being in "Once Upon A Time in Hollywood."
Surprised to see so many negative reviews for this. I guess I'm down for grumpy Rod Steiger chewing up scenery more so than most people.
It's also kind of cool to see Bradbury interpreted through the gauzy haze of the late 60's counterculture.
I just wish they had used him to write the screenplay as it is fairly mediocre and tough to follow. Even I was scratching my head after it took a hard left turn into the sci-fi world of "The Veldt" without much explanation.
'Don't call them tattoos, they're skin illustrations'
There doesn't seem to be a lot of love for this science fiction anthology adapted from 3 short stories plus the prologue/epilogue frame story from Ray Bradbury's collection 'The Illustrated Man', but I really enjoyed it. Rod Steiger's style of acting is not to everyone's taste, but I think it really works here. He plays a vagrant with most of his body covered in tattoos (at a time when that was very unusual). He meets a younger man on the road and, quite threateningly, tells him the stories of his various tattoos that he says were created by a time-travelling woman who has gone 'back into the future'. Each tattoo tells a different…
„Der Tätowierte“ Leider wieder einer dieser Filme, die man besser in Erinnerung hat, als er schlußendlich ist. Alle 3 Geschichten sind weder storytechnisch noch sonst irgendwie interessant. Ohne irgendwelche erzählerischen Höhepunkte, geschweige den einem Twist, oder wenigstens mit einer Message, enden diese mit einem „echt jetzt?“. Die „Regenplanet“-Geschichte kann wenigstens mit einer tollen Studiokulisse auftrumpfen, endet aber mit besagtem Ausruf. Einzig Rod Steiger mit seiner Darbietung weiß hier zu überzeugen und trägt auch hautsächlich zur „hohen“ Bewertung bei. Ein bizarrer kleiner Langeweiler, der thematisch zwar interessant klingt, aber an den höchst uninteressanten Stories scheitert und letztendlich nur durch grumpy old Steiger gerettet wird. Ray Bradbury hat den Film gehasst, ich finde ihn langweilig und ihr müsst selbst entscheiden. Und übrigens ist der Mann nicht tätowiert, sondern illustriert!
They’re not tattoos, they’re Skin Illustrations! Don’t you ever call them tattoos!
Lots of terrible reviews have so far kept me from watching this adaptation of a small number of Ray Bradbury short stories. Having finally seen it, I must say that it’s one of the better anthology movies, a genre I’ve never been particularly fond of, as their usual mix of different styles is more often than not a hit-and-miss affair. What sets this one somewhat apart from the pack is that it effectively keeps up the same eerie, dreamlike atmosphere through all of its episodes and ultimately feels like one of a piece. Interestingly the framing story takes up most of the runtime, which is a good thing,…
I'm not sure if you are literally supposed to understand what the hell is going in this turgid adaptation of three stories from Bradbury's The Illustrated Man collection of short stories; all I can tell you is that your humble correspondent failed to connect many dots.
I suppose then the way to go is with the flow, but there are other weaknesses to Jack Smight's film that make that not altogether a pleasant experience.
The very fact this is based on three largely unconnected stories is a warning, and sure enough the links created between them is tenuous.
Then you have the problem of Rod Steiger, who when given the right material and under the proper supervision was known to…
My other pick from The Video Archives Podcast and again, one I knew very little about, the poster catching my eye from time to time but just never grabbing me enough to delve deeper. On hearing it was based on a collection of short science fiction stories by Ray Bradbury and was an anthology of sorts, I was eager to check it out. Rod Steiger cuts quite the imposing figure as the illustrated man. Drifting across the country trying to find the woman (and house!) who mysteriously disappeared after being seduced into allowing her to cover his body in tattoos... sorry, illustrations. Crossing paths with a young man who is hitching his way to California, he relays this tale to…
Much like the television adaptation of Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles I reviewed a while back, this is poorly paced and badly scripted, but it does have sweaty, ragey, Rod Steiger, covered with more "skin illustrations" (DON'T...CALL...THEM...TATTOOS!) than the neck-bearded IPA bros down at my local microbrewery, and the ethereally lovely Claire Bloom as the time-traveling witchy woman who covered him with the future-foretelling cellulite engravings that adorn his saggy Dad bod, so it's not a complete waste of time, but it just barely squeaks past the point where I'd be asking for those minutes of my life back.
I loved the book, and watched this movie repeatedly as a kid, but now that I'm in my dotage, I just…
Man did I dislike this. I recently read the book because my bestie Noelle recommended it to me (Hi Noelle) and the book was far better. This movie takes 3 stories from the book, not even the best ones, and adds a ton of back story to the illustrated man. Rod Steiger is good in anything he does so it gets points for that, but everything else was just bad. Don’t ever want to see this again 😂
Adaptation of Ray Bradbury's short story collection about a guy whose tattoos each tell a different eerie sci-fi fable. From the several choices available in the book, three are chosen, one about a pair of children's holodeck-type adventures, one about astronauts stranded on Venus going crazy in search of shelter, and another about how a family reacts to the last day of existence. All intriguing concepts, sure, but completed in a drab way (as far as both the writing and production values), a torturously slow-paced and weakly acted mess. Rod Steiger is the illustrated man himself as well as the central force in all the stories, and his manner of over-acting comes off as too aggressive. He just seems like…
an anthology of twilight zone-esque humanistic sci-fi stories that by themselves would just be enough for a decent way to pass the time. but the overarching narrative connecting the anthology is rod steiger's illustrated body (which the camera does not shy away from 😌), and his interactions with a man he meets by a lake who develops a fascination with it (the drawings? the man under them? both?). the whole structure of the film, beginning with a somewhat eroticized scene of the two swimming naked in the same lake before meeting, seems to suggest something more than just a simple curiosity in the drawings - perhaps even being seduced by them. a strangely compelling mixture of danger and suggested desire…
Jack's Smight's adaptation of the Ray Bradbury short story collection is at times boring, bold, intense, hokey, thoughtful, hammy and brimming with fury. From 1969, this film carries the pain and turmoil of a new society emerging from the old and proffers a pessimistic outlook on the future.
A hobo walks the countryside in a ceaseless quest for retribution. He has been painted/cursed with skin illustrations which tell tales of those who look upon them as they become unstuck in time. They are dark stories and they break those who dare to know what portents they hold. The 3 main players play virtually all the parts in each vignette.
Steiger is unhinged as the tile character. Beefy, sweaty, and hot tempered. Prone to explosive exhalations. He rips into each role with tornado strength and he chews every bit like a ravenous bear. Leaving nothing left for the others, but then again, it's not about them, is it?
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