True Memoirs of an International Assassin Watched the first scene out of morbid curiosity. Could not suspend my disbelief. I guess the whole point of the movie is that its fat protagonist is actually a novelist who is erroneously mistaken for an actual assassin. But who would ever mistake a fat for someone capable of killing a dozen commandos? He wasn't even out of breath afterwards. Sadly, the movie probably did well anyway, because what kind of fatty doesn't love a hero that plays into their delusions of being tough and "mostly muscle?"