I’d like to put it this way: “Argylle,” an action comedy about a timid spy novelist who gets mixed up in heavy-duty real-world espionage, is zingy and rollicking in its chosen style, and while that style doesn’t work for me, I can respect the craft. I’d like to put it that way but I can’t. It’s not true. I don’t respect the craft. It’s lousy, and a frantic bore, squandering its on-screen talent and making bland visual hash of its preening, recreational slaughter. So there’s no zingy or rollicking about it. The twists in “Argylle” are the selling point, so let’s respect the spoilers with all du…