It is a great testament to the acting skills of James McAvoy that he manages to install some sense of empathy in us for his character in Filth, police detective Bruce Robertson.With a different and lesser actor this could have been an absolute nightmare to watch because watching humanity sink to the lowest depths can make for very uncomfortable viewing. But McAvoy keeps us hoping against ourselves that redemption is possible, that this person doing awful things (and hinting at a dark past as well) could somehow find peace of mind and happiness.
In typical Irvine Welsh style, Filth is a brutal portrait of a feral Edinburgh where violence, drugs and abuse are everyday occurrences. Bruce plays his games, trying to land a promotion for himself by preying on the weaknesses of his colleagues. There is not a trick too low for him to pull, and no one is safe from them. He keeps at these games as he sinks further and further into hallucinations visualizing himself and everyone around him as nightmarish animals, and struggling with old memories ripe with guilt.
The story hangs together well, the soundtrack is excellent, the edit is slick and the cast has a few names in it, including a coke-snorting Jaime Bell (who played Billy Elliot) and Jim Broadbent who recently just seems to be in everything. For a film like this there are actually also quite a diversity of roles for women, be it Imogeen Poots as the only decent cop in the bunch, Shauna MacDonald as impossibly modelesque wife Carole, Joanne Frogett as the grief-stricken Mary, Kate Dickie as tough-dominatrix-y Chrissie or Shirley Henderson as birdlike dirty-talking Bunty. The film won’t pass the Bechdel test but it is certainly refreshing to see so many women having distinct characters. It is certainly a man’s world being depicted but with a distance where you as a viewer are - we sincerely hope - supposed to be disgusted by this, as well as the police brutality and abuse of authority (and many, many, MANY other things). In contrast, a shout out should go to Eddie Marsan for adding a bit of innocence to the proceedings.
With prejudice of every type to the fore, this story holds no punches and does a great job of deconstructing the bigotry within the characters. A tough guy yob* declaring that “Pussy’s fer faggots!” made us laugh. It is not for the faint of heart, but it does have its merits, and it isn’t quite as depressing as past films we’ve seen (*cough* Killer Joe *cough*). Oh, and don’t read anything about it, not even the back of the box before viewing and it will surprise you more!
Will it make it into the cupboard? No, but we can see people liking it.
* a yob is the antithesis of what a good boy should be - rude, obnoxious, violent and stupid