Conclusion: Filth isn't for everyone. Irvine Welsh's humor is exceptionally dark, and Bruce Robertson is an irredeemable louse. But he's also a kind of tragic figure; McAvoy compares him to Iago or Richard III, if one of those famous villains were to be plunked down in the real world, where megalomania and manipulation so frequently get tripped up by practical obstacles. A lot of what Bruce says and does is funny precisely because it's so awful.
Conclusion: Though exceedingly dark, Filth is less harrowing than Welsh's Trainspotting , but no less engaging or entertaining, thanks to great performances, led by McAvoy, an excellent adaptation of Welsh's book and beautiful visuals, directed by co-writer Baird. The disc looks and sounds great, and features plenty of informative extras, making for a great pick-up.
Excerpt: Upon convincing his male co-workers at an office Christmas party to Xerox their junk and pin each picture to a wall so their female colleagues can judge whose is whose, Detective Sergeant Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy) tricks up his own photocopy to exaggerate his size. This amplification of the anatomical facts exposes Robertson's dubiousness as Filth 's narrator, underpinned by his occasional breaking of the fourth wall, whose effect is to cast doubt on the feverish...
Conclusion: If you are familiar with Irvine Welsh's novels or have seen Trainspotting , The Acid House or Irvine Welsh's Ecstasy , then you should have a pretty good idea what type of material Jon S. Baird's Filth covers. The film is done quite well, but I think that most people will probably want to see it only once. Lionsgate Films' technical presentation of Filth is very strong. RECOMMENDED. Did you find this review helpful?