I was having quite a nice day before this Affleckian turd thudded into it. He’s an expert killer, with autism, and he’s on the run from the government, and he has a Jackson Pollock hanging in his man cave, and there’s something else going on involving JK Simmons, and Anna Kendrick’s in it, and John Lithgow’s a naughty businessman. Tis a bit of a mess. (*½)