I was less disappointed in The Matrix Resurrections than I was in this sequel. By the fourth Matrix movie, I knew all the big ideas had been spent. The Accountant 2 abandoned the motif that made the first movie attractive: a lone, lethal, perfectionist criminal with a heart of gold. Instead, the second movie was like The Autistic Avengers. Like a Marvel movie, the villain is shallowly motivated and makes consistently irrational decisions despite operating a vast and successful criminal enterprise, and every plot turn is another arbitrary move made by this antagonist. It felt like all the mediocre action flicks I've seen in the last few years with the confetti of neurodivergence.

Ben Affleck scarcely did better than I'd expect Jason Momoa to do playing an autist, avoiding eye contact but somehow never losing an inappropriate smirk.

I give it two out of five meat morsels on the k00bimeater.