As Scottish detective Bruce Robertson, James McAvoy is a volcano of perversions in full eruption. Snorting coke, bashing gays, extorting a 14-year-old for a blow job, Bruce still aspires to the rank of inspector. Which means cutting down his rivals, including by-the-book Drummond (Imogen Poots) and rookie Lennox (Jamie Bell), while trying to retain his tenuous hold on reality. Filth, directed by Jon S. Baird from a 1998 bestseller by Trainspotting wild man Irvine Welsh, is wired to explode. Even when the film falls to pieces, McAvoy's bonkers brilliance will blow you away.
From The Archives Issue 1210: June 5, 2014