Starring Ben Affleck, Anna Kendrik, and J.K. Simmons, The Accountant is a bit Rain Man, a bit A Beautiful Mind, a hint of X-Men, and a whole heap James Bond ... if Bond had autism (actually, it wouldn't surprise me if ol' Jimmy was on the spectrum). So, what's not to like?
Well, I'll begin with the plot which is bloated, full of holes, and quite ludicrous. I'm sure the script by Bill Dubuque (The Judge) was written in red ink.
Let me break it down for you a little; Christian Wolff (Affleck) has high functioning autism. He gets taught from a young age some sort of martial art in Indonesia, grows up and becomes an accountant. Why? Because he is good with numbers, of course - he's got autism remember, and if Hollywood has taught us anything, it's that autistic people have to be good with numbers.
But it transpires that he's actually cooking the books for some bad guys and the government are after him. Hang on, so he's a baddie then? Not really, he conveniently slots into a grey area.
As his dad puts it, he is "different" - neither good or bad, a robot, if you like. Meanwhile, he becomes a lethal killing machine, mechanically accurate with a gun - he has to be mechanically accurate ... he's got autism, remember.