Okay, he’s my mate, but go see FILTH, the best thing Irvine’s done on film since Trainspotting.
You may have enjoyed The Acid House but it’s not got Jim Broadbent looking like he’s mainlined LSD on the set of Clockwork Orange, nor James McAvoy flitting seamlessly between the polars of evil and compassion – a performance that has wowed even the most ugly of critics. It’s got that music-hall-nuttiness, so typical of us Brits, with some spectacularly Shakespearean-lighting – all that’s missing from the book is the nylon trousers…
As my first and most formative editor, James Brown says: “You wanna know why I don’t drink, WATCH FILTH…”
Cheers to that – x