As I was perusing the programme for the London Film Festival next month, I noticed that they have made Michael Faber’s book ‘Under the Skin’ into a film starring Scarlet Johansson. Have you read that book? It’s a pretty freaky read – one of those books that you think about for ages after you read it. I must have read it five or more years ago and it still pops into my mind every now and again.
It starts off with a lone female driver, scouting the roads of the Scottish Highlands for hitchhikers. Not just any hitchhikers. They have to be big, muscly men. She likes them butch. It starts to get more bizarre, though. And not in the way you’re thinking. When all is finally revealed, it’s deeply unsettling and thought-provoking. (Is Faber trying to say something about certain aspects of modern life?)
I don’t want to give anything away, so I’ll leave it there. But for anyone who has read the book: Scarlett Johansson?! She’s not how I pictured the main character. In the main, I always prefer the book to the film, but I’d be interested in how they captured this one. It’s really quite strange and brilliant.