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.
