Two stars. Rated R. 109 minutes. By Michael O’Sullivan. The Washington Post The literary ghost, if not the macabre spirit, of Edgar Allan Poe haunts “Wakefield,” a movie notable for its use of a self-justifying, first-person narrator/nut job of the sort Poe famously featured in “The Tell-Tale Heart,” “The Black Cat” and so many other of his tales of the bizarre. In this case, the wackadoodle protagonist is Howard Wakefield (Bryan Cranston), a Manhattan lawyer who arrives at his comfortable suburban home late one spring evening, only to follow a raccoon into the attic of his detached garage — and then, for the remainder of the film, to never leave it. OK, technically he does venture out every so often: initially to raid the refrigerator when his wife, Diana (Jennifer Garner), has left the house and later to secretly scavenge food and other necessities from local trash cans.