FILTH (2014) - adaptation of the Irvine Welsh novel, featuring more or less every good UK actor born north of Liverpool in a shambolic, lurid, slightly try-hard trawl through the revolting inner life and even more revolting police career of a Very Bad Man who's also an Edinburgh copper. (I haven't read the book.) Goes all out for the gross-out with satirical barbs firing in all directions (posh nymphos, disco bunny gays and the homophobic Protestants who hate them, schemies, polis, the Masons, and all) and the performances are great but it all feels a bit heartless (in the wrong way) by the end.
James McAvoy gives it everything he's got and you can tell how convincing his moral degradation is because he starts looking worryingly like Gerard Butler. As usual, Eddie Marsan is the best thing in the film and his portrayal of a good accountant gone off the rails on an E-fuelled sex tour to Hamburg will live with me for some time. Everyone else also clearly having a grand time hamming it up to the max.
Energetic and entertaining enough until the final reel (the apparently 'redemptive' power of being a pretty blonde female is yawnsome), definitely not one to watch with your Mum. (or dad or nan or children.)