The Accountant is, begrudgingly, a pretty good time, especially once its solemnity gives way to its kitschy ode to familial pain.
The movie isn't some wicked subversion suggesting that the world is so corrupt that the bad guys are really the good guys. Rather it's a movie that can't figure out what might constitute a good or a bad guy in the first place.
Piles up plotlines like an overbuilt house of cards that comes crashing down at the first well-earned guffaw of ridicule.
The Accountant should be a straight-ahead thriller, but the film keeps tripping over its own incompetent feet. Maybe it was made for adults, but it sure doesn't feel like it was made by them.
Affleck plays a math wiz whose position on the autism spectrum allegedly makes him a perfect assassin. That notion is offensive on so many levels, especially in the service of such low-grade crime fiction, that it's painful to watch.
A movie that could easily have been familiar, disposable entertainment but is made with sufficient competence and energy to capture the viewer's attention and linger a little after the end credits have rolled.
The Accountant is laughable, but when you're not laughing at it, you're laughing with it. It's enjoyable enough.
This probably sounded like a surefire idea for a franchise, but there are so many plot twists that the narrative comes to resemble a M�bius strip. That wouldn't be so bad if at least the twists made a modicum of sense.
A character study as much as a ruthless shoot-'em-up.