A tattooed drifter seeks the woman that inked him, giving rise to an anthology of three framed narratives adapted from the Ray Bradbury book (1951) of the same name. The author wasn't actually involved in the production.
The stories are badly made; they're pretty crap, actually. Rod Steiger almost saves the day with his terrifying angry drifter guy. He gave me the wiggins.
It would've worked better as a TV series, à la The Twilight Zone.
2 painted arse-cheeks out of 5
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