Degeneracy has never looked as sorrowful as James McAvoy, screaming, crying and berating his way through a comfortably unnerving hour and a half, adapting the words of Irvine Welsh with director Jon S. Baird. Filth is just that. Utter smut. It is vile and depraved in ways only Welsh could conjure. Trainspotting might be a delve into the heroin scene, but it is the acceptance of decadence there that makes it less shocking. When the long arm of the law is dabbling in the crimes that they are meant to crack down on, all under the guise of catchy and obnoxious taglines, the same rules mentality and the care-free attitude of a proud Scotsman hating his fellow man, it becomes a melting point of vagrancy and a sincere turn of how forgiving an audience can be.
Terrible secrets for those that swan around the titular character are the downfall of their misgivings and aims. Jane Eyre is a fascinating tale that, when translated to the screen, has the opportunity to make right with its consistent dialogue between Eyre and the reader. To stage that on the screen, with camera angles and pieces to camera, monologues that detail the heartbreak and sorrow of Eyre and her immediate friends and family, is far easier than referring to it on the pages and pages offered up by Charlotte Brontë. Her prose was good, but is no match for the cutting and directing of Cary Joji Fukunaga, whose English-language debut sees him tackle a strong literary work.
Steven Spielberg, the directing journeyman, has covered nearly every genre one could want to. His foray into animation was not a necessity, but an inevitability. His work on The Adventures of Tintin was guaranteed a budget, a big cast and a bright future. There are few moments where we should feel sorrow for a lack of a sequel, but with the case of The Adventures of Tintin, there is room to grow the enjoyable notations that this all-star ensemble has to offer. But there is always room for that on a Spielberg project, or at the very least, there certainly should be. There is plenty to engage with here, but the elements we are meant to enjoy are far less interesting than the throwaway moments meant for comic relief.