Memorable, crazy movie

The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

Each character in this movie — down to the smallest one — is an individual rather than a type, prone to spontaneous changes of mood and sometimes amusing outbursts of pettiness or ill humor.

The movie really just wants to entertain people.

I have just finished to see the movie and I came to IMDb, which seems to be a very serious movie website, to read what people wrote about "Qui a tué Bambi?". It's strange that everything I read turns to make the film a good quality one. The argument is poor. The music is non-sense (it tries to copy the soundtracks of David Lynch. And I still do not know how can somebody quote him here). It's far from anything we had in history of cinema like Lynch, Kubrick's and so.If Bambi was in Cannes, I'm starting to doubt about the festival as well. And it's impressive how can the media support it. I've seen some French movies and I believe this is the worst one, it's so young as Facebook. The film was made for cocktails, good for globalized children.

American films of this type show lots of blood and gore. The French take that off screen. Americans cover up. The French realize that nakedness is part of life.Consequently, when Americans watch a sophisticated European suspense film, we're unable to engage it. We believe that the only terror comes from popped veins.Why can't we be more like the French? Hitchcock would have preferred this to the usual fare of slasher pics that come out of the American movie establishment.The title is such a delicious tease....

"Who Killed Bambi?" is a subtitled French film all about Isabelle (aka Bambi), a surgical nurse in training in a hospital where strange things are happening to attractive female patients. As this somewhat plodding film wears on, Isabelle comes to suspect a surgeon of murder and the plot becomes a dangerous contest of wits between doctor and nurse. A visually stylish film with little to fault, the mounting tension is marginal and barely sufficient to qualify it as a thriller. Rather it is a somewhat tedious drama which a couple of peculiar dream-like scenes which seem like an after-thought and a conclusion which is anticlimactic and too long in coming. Nonetheless, there's enough substance to make this a worthwhile watch for those into French cinema who've seen the many better films of this genre. (B)

That was in essence the tag line for this french film by Gilles Marchand. While I would not go that far, I would say that Marchand has crafted an excellent "what if" scenery for this tale about a doctor who molests some of the female patients in his hospital who are recovering from operations.Brief SpoilersAs usual, the protagonist, this time Isabelle, as portrayed by the very interesting Sophie Quinton, a nurse in training at the hospital knows something is not quite right about Dr. Phillip. Odd occurrences are happening around the hospital with a couple of female patients disappearing and nobody can figure out quite why. Later on, we find out that Dr. Phillip is using an anastephic to keep his female patients unconscious while he molests them. To make up for the lost drugs he is using on his victims, he dilutes it with water, thus a couple of patients being operated on wake up in the middle of the operation.Marchand has to be commended on how he crafts his tale. The movie is slightly over two hours but one is kept interested by the characters and the storyline. Sophie Quinton is superb as the lowly nurse in training who takes on the powerful, yet evil Dr. Phillip. She is very cute and demure, yet is well at ease being the lead performer in this piece. The actor who plays Dr. Phillip, whose name escapes me at the moment, is truly terrifying as the sexual predator. His is not an easy role for it has been done so many times over. Dr. Phillip is a silent loner with obvious problems, yet the actor does not go overboard with him. Instead, the actor makes Dr. Phillip a subdued character with something definitely evil lurking below the surface.A lot of writing about this film has made comparisons to David Lynch in style. I shall refute that now. While this movie definite borders on the surreal side, it does not fall in some of the ridiculous pitfalls that Lynch tends to lead his movies.