I Know Who Killed Me Movie Review
I Know Who Killed Me has a 4.5 star rating on IMDB.com, which has me befuddled. Nearly forty percent gave it a nine or ten. Are they so titillated by Lindsay Lohan as a stripper (sorry, guys, no nudity from the infamous starlet) that they ignored the fact that this movie is a disaster in all senses of the word? Thankfully, 28% gave the movie a 1/10, which is closer to the reality of things.
The thriller is about a high school student named Aubrey Fleming (Lohan), who falls victim to a serial killer. Somehow she escapes and a woman finds her nearly lifeless on the side of the road, missing both a hand and a leg. Nursed back to health, Aubrey is fitted with prosthetic limbs, but there's just one problem: she claims she's not Aubrey. While she looks and sounds like Aubrey, she claims she is Dakota Moss, a stripper from the city. While the doctors and family assume it's post traumatic stress disorder, she is determined to prove that she is in fact another person. Has Aubrey developed an alternate personality, or is there truly a second person out there who looks exactly the same?
I Know Who Killed Me is sure to be a black blotch on Lohan's resume, though it will fit in with all of the other stuff she's provided the tabloids in 2007. Easily her worst movie, I Know Who Killed Me will likely be one of those films that 20 years down the line, assuming Lohan is still well known, people might come across in some digital video store and say, "Oh yeah, I remember that one. It's Lindsay's Ishtar." I really can't fathom Lohan ever appearing in a worse movie than this, unless she does a sequel to Herbie: Fully Loaded.
I'll admit the movie isn't all bad. Lohan does have a few scenes where she performs stripteases, and male fans of Lohan will certainly not mind that. She has a sex scene (no nudity) and at least is trying to step out of her comfort zone that has, up until this point, been family movies, nightclubs and rehab. There are also some good torture sequences in the movie, even though the film is not of the Saw genre (I'd argue that the gore in this movie rivals anything you'd see in Saw, but it's more riveting when you're not expecting it).
Unfortunately, that's about all that's good about I Know Who Killed Me. The screenplay is just dreadful, with lame and forced dialogue and a terrible story that really didn't ever have a chance from the get go. The concept of a girl returning from near death with an alternate personality is an intriguing one, if it were a psychological character study, but in the confines of a thriller, there are only a few ways the story could go, none of which are all that spectacular. Even with a ludicrous concept, writer Jeff Hammond seems to go out of his way to throw one zany curve ball at us after another. Halfway through, things start getting surreal, and that's when I became completely disinterested with what was going on. Oh, and the ending doesn't make much sense. Coupled with truly strange direction from Chris Sivertson, you have one movie that is really hard to watch.
I Know Who Killed Me is almost laughably bad. Almost. Lohan in a stripper's outfit is nice, but definitely not worth the price of sitting through two hours of hurricane-level damage.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.