No secret Canadian knowledge will help illuminate The French Guy, the latest film by Ann Marie Fleming. Though it is obviously shot in Vancouver, this absurd story lacks a sense of place, and the central joke about the eponymous French guy falls flat. The plot involves a groggy brain-surgery patient, an inopportune kiss, a vacation in Goa and a lot of bloody mishaps. The gleeful gore is funny at times, but it doesn’t congeal into a memorable film.