Tattoo: il segno della passione

Greetings And Salutations, and welcome to my review of Tattoo; here's the breakdown of my ratings:

Story: 1.25 Direction: 1.25 Pace: 1.25 Acting: 1.25 Enjoyment: 1.00

TOTAL: 6.00 out of 10.00

Not being a great Bruce Dern fan, I hesitated in watching Tattoo. Being filmed in 1981, I was unsure how they could produce a decent horror film based on Tattoos. Well, they couldn't. It's a dark thriller about yet another "broken" man.

The writers give us the story of Karl Kinsky, a tattoo artist who fell in love with the Japanese style of body painting when he served in the navy. Not only does Karl promote the Japanese style, but he's also captivated by its history, myths and legends. His work is skilled and superbly detailed. Due to his talent, his work is brought to the attention of a magazine photographer. Kinsky's ink could be something special for his next feature. The job brings him in contact with Maddy. A model who could be his muse, who could be his next canvas. Her skin and body are perfect. Bob Brooks and Joyce Bunuel, the writers, give the audience a slow and plausible slide into obsession and mania. Kinsky is a loner and awkward with women. He's brusque, single-minded, and quick to anger. When he gets angry, it's easy to see Kinsky isn't a man to cross. There's a disturbing scene in a restaurant when a self-obsessed obnoxious blatherer invites himself to sit at their table because he knows Maddy. Kinsky doesn't like that he cusses around a lady and asks him to leave. When the man confronts him with, "What you gonna do, hit me?" Kinsky replies with a look that means business, "I don't hit people I don't like. I Kill Them!" And, you believe he would. One thing I found particularly engaging was his delusion that Maddy was a virtuous person. She isn't. She's not bad by any means, but she's not as righteous as Kinsky believes. The two are chalk and cheese. However, their differences make the story more credible and captivating. It would have been delightful had the writers added more detail about Kinsky's tattoo obsession and some of its background. It would have helped strengthen the viewers' belief in his methods and actions.

Brooks also directs, and, sadly, he has an average cinematographic style. Tattoo is a movie that could have been reinforced by some smart camera work - More intriguing close-ups of the body art. Slow pans across the inked flesh. And when Kinsky is working on Maddy, a couple of overhead shots wouldn't have gone amiss to add extra interest. That said, Brooks did give me a wonderful thought-provoking image of used paint swirling down a shower plug-hole. One hindrance to the filming is the slow pace. Brooks is apt to use it quite well to keep the atmosphere a tad off-kilter and keep your nerves slightly piqued. But when there's a dip in the story and direction, then the slowness becomes noticeable.

The cast is superb. I especially liked both the lead characters. Bruce Dern gives simmering menace to the camera excellently, and I have to say Kinsky is one of my favourite roles he's performed. I've only seen Maude Adams in secondary roles, such as being a Bond Girl or in cameos. I was surprised at how good she does here. There are a couple of moments when things slip a little, but you can accept these because, for the rest of the time, she's spot on with her character's personality.

If you're looking for an entertaining dark thriller to pass a Sunday afternoon or evening, then look no further than Tattoo. It's a delicious slice of the Psychopath Pie. Not every nutter dresses up as Mother or makes ashtrays from people's skulls. I may not be rewatching the movie anytime soon, though I may meander upon it again in a few years or so.

Now you have that full sleeve finished, come on over and look at my Killer Thriller Chillers list to see where I ranked Tattoo.

Take Care & Stay Well.

Tattoo is very beautiful and stylish looking, as is Maud Adams. Below the cinematographic beauty is a core of exploitation.

Maud Adams is not a great actress, but she and her breasts have wonderful personality which comes through on screen. Bruce Dern, a very good actor, lends gravity to his performance and does much more justice to the screenplay than it deserves.

The story of Tattoo is pretty silly, the screenplay amateurish and many scenes are poorly executed. But despite it's many faults, I found Tattoo genuinely engrossing. The film is a visual delight and the music score meshes very nicely.

Be warned that Tattoo is psychologically as well as physically exploitative so sensitives should steer clear, though really it's very mild compared with some more recent flicks.

If you're a hetero guy, you'll love it. 6/10

I think people are too hard on this film. It's one of my favourites. Maud Adams turned out to be a wonderful actress (have you noticed people seem to be nasty about models turned actresses if they're any good?). As for Bruce Dern.... WOW! He's great too! It's much like "The Collector" in the sense that he kidnaps her out of obsession, perhaps convincing himself it's love- being a lonely character in it.Don't be mislead, it's a good film. It's not perverted in anyway. It's known by people who've read about it that he tattoos her (probably how it gets it's title!), true, but people forget that she is attracted to the idea, denying it to herself though, which provokes his attack- probably. Well, that's my opinion and Maud Adams is my favourite actress. In my 'crazy' mind she's the best actress to have come from the James Bond films ("The Man With The Golden Gun" and "Octopussy", as Andrea Anders and Octopussy respectively). Try to watch and don't be led into thinking it's a 'sleazy' film because it's not. It's a marvellous film!!

I had high hopes "Tattoo" would be a minor gem. The ingredients were there - Bruce Dern doing what he does best: playing a psycho, the superb Leonard Frey has a minor role, a script is by a Bunuel and the plot concerns the rarely explored world of tattoos. Yet what we get is soft porn, bad acting and a ridiculously pretentious ending. Okay, so Dern is great as the masturbating, obsessive tattoo artist but the casting of Maud Adams as the object of his obsession is incredibly off. Looking like someone who just crawled out of an airbrush-laden mid-seventies Playboy issue, Adams is about as attractive as drying paint, but not quite as talented.

The script is heavily misjudged also, constructed so we come to sympathize with Dern, yet halfway switches to having Adams the protagonist, which fails as attributed to her shallow and bitchy portrayal. And there is the film's major flaw, with no-one to sympathize with the film lacks the power and suspense it so desires. On the plus side it looks great, with wonderful cinematography which somehow even manages to evoke atmosphere from the proceedings on occasion. Also we get a cameo from a teenage Cynthia Nixon, Miranda from "Sex in the City", who impresses with what little screen time she has. "Tattoo" ends on a symbolic note which some may find profound, but most will see it for what it really is - turgid and pointless.

Rent "Magic" or "The Collector" instead.

One and a half out of four.

I watched this both as part of my ongoing Luis Bunuel retrospective (it was written by his daughter-in-law Joyce) and in tribute (comprising what are possibly his two oddest films) to star Bruce Dern's recent – belated but well-deserved - induction into the "Hollywood Walk Of Fame".

The film under review is a maligned one: often described as "sleazy melodrama", plotwise it is quite similar to the superior Oscar-nominated THE COLLECTOR (1965; a theatrical rendition of which, coincidentally, has just been staged locally) but, while kidnapping as an extension of butterfly-collecting makes sense, it doesn't follow naturally from tattoo-painting! Dern has often played wackos on the screen, but this rare leading role was certainly his most extreme example: he believes in what he does as if it were a religion and, after falling for model Maud Adams, tries to convert her to his way of thinking; his obsession with her leads him to ignore an attractive young employee of the modeling agency who, on the other hand, seems to be quietly infatuated with him.

However, the protagonist's overt prudishness – which, frankly, is laughable – alienates the model soon enough (even putting down an annoying acquaintance of hers in a restaurant with the classic tough-guy retort, "When I don't like someone, I don't hurt them, I kill them!"); eventually, the artist decides to take matters into his own hands: retreating to his old beachside house with the (unwilling) girl in tow, whom Dern keeps sedated until he is able to complete his ultimate achievement in body-painting. As often happens with this type of film, the victim ends up succumbing to her captor's wiles – in a genuinely weird scene as the undulating bodies are completely covered in Japanese art – before regaining her senses and breaking free definitively from his hold.

In conclusion, Bob Brooks' former career as a TV commercial director is evidenced by the plot's over-reliance on chintzy modeling sessions; it is ironic, then, that the film works best during its first half!