Cass director John S. Baird adapts Irvine Welsh's crime novel Filth for the screen with James McAvoy playing the lead role with a grimy, enthusiastic unpleasantness that is difficult not to enjoy.
Like Welsh's other works, the dialogue is filled with Scottish slang and a thick accent to boot, making it difficult to decipher, so if you don't have the patience for that then this isnae th' movie fur ye, ye fuckin' boot.
McAvoy carries the weight of the film on his shoulders but never once does he let it show, with a savagely suffocating and hilariously disturbing performance that barely leaves room for Eddie Marsan, Jamie Bell and Imogen Poots to shine as well. With it's sickly dark humor and deeply unsettling subject matter, Filth sometimes has trouble finding the right balance of both without feeling a little bit forced at times.
3½ of the same rules that apply of out of 5
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