Filth offers up a side to James McAvoy only seen in short glimpses before. This full blown mental case, with added narcotics, is the side I hope to see more of.
Other than young James, it's as star studded a cast as I've seen of Scottish films (Broadbent, Compston, Marsan, Dickie, Henderson, Sessions, Bell and Poots).
All contributing in their own ways to a grim, filthy, foul mouthed, violent, grubby and highly entertaining depiction of despair, debauchery and oblivious self deprecation.
McAvoy's face is the perfect match to Irvine Welsh' protagonistic antagonist, a vile anti-hero spiralling further and further out of control, sparing no one from his vitriol.
A marginal, vague plot outline never really matters in the proceedings, it's…