|Director, writer:||Gavin O’Connor|
|When and how viewed:||Regal Ballston Common, 2016/10/20, evening, good crowd|
“The Accountant” (2016), by Gavin O’Connor and written by Bill Dubuque, makes its central character, a 40-year-old man who outgrew his autism with the help of a very determined military father, into a rather charismatic figure.
Christian Wolff (Ben Affleck) seems to have a lot of integrity, and loyalty to people he loves. He speaks directly and simply. He has this narrow focus on what he does. So he is a genius at doing math in his head (a savant) and a dangerous sharpshooter (“I shoot”). He lives simply in a house in suburban Chicago and eats according to rituals. He does a bizarre fitness routine involving rolling a dough bar on his now nearly hairless legs.
The only trouble is how he has made his living: as an accountant for the mob. Only someone like Christian can grasp the bizarre mechanics of offshore accounts and money laundering. Oh, he got caught once and managed to build friendships in Leavenworth, and then escape, and then set up his own shell companies.
He remains the good guy, protecting his mob-connected younger brother, and building a cautious relationship with a fellow aspie, Dana (Anna Kendrick) whom he meets at a supposedly legitimate robotics company whose books he has been hired to uncook.
Add to the books the childless, single robotics CEO Lamar Black (John Lithgow), and the Treasury agent, resurrected from retirement, to find him (JK Simmons) and his protégé (Cynthia Addai-Robinson).
I don’t think the film really does that much for people with autism, though. It’s popcorn stuff.
(Posted: Friday, Oct. 21, 2016 at 10:15 AM EDT)