This science-fiction entry comes from the fertile brain of Ray Bradbury, but, like many of his wonderful stories, it does not translate well to the screen; his florid writing simply becomes lifeless and unfulfilling in motion pictures. This may have something to do with the paucity of verbs
Bradbury employs in his writing; verbs convey action, and action is necessary for the screen. Steiger gives a wonderful effort, assisted by his then-wife Bloom (who overplays her parts and hams up the narration). Steiger is the strange tattooed man, and Bloom is the tattoo artist who has covered
his entire body with bizarre and wonderful illustrations, each telling a story. Driv...