The ever-expanding John Wick franchise is founded on our suspension of disbelief. The first 2014 entry convinced the audience to buy that Keanu Reeves’ assassin would go to pieces over a puppy. Subsequent installments have attested that assassins abide by strict rules of decorum, that they’ve founded their own assassins’ AAA which allows access to fine hotels around the globe, that they coordinate their dastardly commerce through a switchboard of rockabilly phone operators.

The series’ bleak and stylish bravado has swept us along for four films thus far and mostly carries us through this spinoff prequel with a klutzy title, “From the World of John Wick: Ballerina,” directed by Len Wiseman from a script by Shay Hatten. But I got tripped up by its opening sequence in which a death squ

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