A Wounded Fawn

What begins seemingly as a slick, sexy although at first perhaps superficially color-by-numbers serial killer movie rapidly turns into something altogether different, and from the outset it is probably worth acknowledging that this turn certainly won’t be for everyone. There is, surely, an alternative vision of this same film that takes a more orthodox path, eschewing the wackadoodle abstraction that the Carrington reference itself so overtly belies from the outset that would most certainly make A Wounded Fawn appeal to a wider audience. But this is, thankfully, not that film – which is great news if you are a fan of wackadoodle abstraction.