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"Filth" Review:

James McAvoy sits to discuss mutants
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Everyone has played "Good cop, Bad cop" at some point. In "Filth," James McAvoy takes a break from mutants and plays both good cop and bad cop in one of the most delightful portrayals of self-destruction caught on film since the last "Real Housewives" reunion.

Bruce (James McAvoy) is a dirty cop, make that a filthy cop with dreams of upward mobility. To be the head detective in his Edinburgh, he's willing to pull out all the stops. Whether it's blackmailing coworkers, harassing a fellow officer's (Eddie Marsan) wife with graphic phonesex, or spreading rumors about a fellow cop's sexuality, nothing is off-limits. Of course, that's what you'll grow to love about Bruce's journey to prove that there really is no "I" in team. Nevermind that there's a possible serial killer on the loose, all that matters to Bruce is the execution of his Machiavellian schemes to discredit his fellow cops. It's enough for you to think that old Brucey is off his rocker.

And that's because he is.

Not only does Bruce battle coworkers for a promotion, but he also battles himself as he fights against a deep depression, brought on in part by his wife (Shauna McDonald) leaving him. McDonald's steamy vignettes teasing a reunion with Bruce are the type that would make any man go off his meds and Bruce does to comedic, tragic, and often unexpected results.

Director Jon S. Baird's adaptation of the Irvine Welsh ("Trainspotting") novel will likely get lost in the sea of big screen blockbusters but for pure entertainment, it really packs a punch. From the crass language to the "Wait, did he just do that?" moments that always seem to happen at just the right moment, you'll find yourself cheering for this delightful piece of "Filth."