Directed by Jon S Baird, Filth (2013) is based on IrvineWelsh’s novel that revolves around Scottish detective Bruce Robertson, played by a superb James MaCvoy – who in my eyes deserves at least an Oscar nod.
Alongside McAvoy, the likes of Jamie Bell, Jim Broadbent, Imogen Poots and Eddie Marsan gave huge contributions to the film… specially the latter, who was involved in some of the best scenes (from now on Darude’s Sandstorm will always bring me to tears of laughter).
I was told to expect graphic and intense scenes, so to a certain extent I felt prepared to what was coming… and the truth is… those scenes were delivered, but they felt almost "easy to watch" due to its contribution to the storyline and to its task completing to a full extent the personality of the lead character and those around him. In other words, the most intense scenes weren’t there to shock. They were there for its artistic value in the storytelling process.
It’s no surprise Filth was written by the same guy who brought us Trainspotting. Even though they tell two completely different stories, they share a lot of similarities. This leads me to suggest “if you liked one, then you will like the other”. At least, I hope so… Both are deserving of tremendous praise.