How does one evaluate the successful exercise of a familiar formula? The Hitman’s Bodyguard is so formulaic—and so completely unsurprising in the ways it ably fulfills every requirement of the buddy-action-comedy genre—that it’s both a great movie and a terrible movie. Like a meal at the Cheesecake Factory, it is filling and unsatisfying. One can’t help but mourn how little The Hitman’s Bodyguard tries when even just a few sparks of inspiration could have elevated it to something special. Even the title is desperately unimaginative.