Filth Review

At a slender 97 minutes, Filth, adapted faithfully from Irvine Welsh’s terrific 1998 novel, is 95 minutes too long. From the opening monologue by James McAvoy’s Bruce Robertson, decrying Scotland as the place that gave the world “deep fried Mars Bars,” you know you’re in terrible hands all around. Not only has that gag dated, so has the entire world these characters populate. Yet the film is set in the here and now, and its characters’ attitudes have moved from humorously cutting-edge to deeply offensive.