There's been no shortage of hit-man movies at film festivals this fall. You could line them up on a rooftop somewhere, each with their sniper rifles aimed out at audiences: David Fincher's “The Killer,” Michael Keaton's “Knox Goes Away," Harmony Korine's “Aggro Dr1ft.”
But the one that has most resonated — killed, you might say — has been a gentler, funnier take on the genre that says right up front: The hired hit man is a Hollywood myth.
