Filth, a comedy based on the book of the same name written by the eminent Scottish novelist Irvine Welsh, is the weirdest Christmas film you will ever see. Far from revolving around a lovable and identifiable protagonist, the film revolves around Bruce Robertson (James McAvoy); a racist, misogynistic, cocaine snorting and deeply disturbed police detective who viciously manipulates his colleagues in pursuit of the Chief-Inspector position. As the films narrative plays out Robertson becomes no-less likeable, but gradually more sympathetic, pathetic even, as more and more of his dark personal history is revealed, alongside his mental health issues.
The film certainly isn’t cheerful, nor kind to its characters. Almost every character is viewed through the lens of Robertson himself, and are as disgusting and vile as Robertson himself as a result. This lack of pleasant or relatable characters makes the humor of the film very dark and quite unsettling, directly juxtaposed with the typically upbeat Christmas carols that form much of the films score. There’s not much more to say about the film without spoiling the plot beyond that it has one of the most brutal and simultaneously darkly comic endings to any film I’ve seen. Somewhat hard to stomach, but quite enjoyable for that.
If you’re in the mood for a dark comedy, this is isn’t the
best, but it does hold its own and the ending is fantastic. So give it a go.
Tim
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