Filth--James McAvoy, from an Irvine Welsh novel. Hm. Not sure what to say. Some parts I quite liked, but I thought the sex was overdone (got really boring instead of being shocking, as I think it was meant to be), and I couldn't quite see what the writer/director was trying to get at with McAvoy's character. He's a bad cop who apparently used to be a good cop, family issues, definite mental instability, all kind of thrown together without any attempt at a coherent storyline. I think I want to read the book to see what Welsh was doing with the character. McAvoy was tremendous (he always is), but his turn in Danny Boyle's Trance was much the better of these two films done last year.