Director: Chris Sivertson
Cast: Lindsay Lohan, Julian Ormond, Brian Geraghty
RunTime: 1 hr 45 mins
Released By: Shaw
Rating: M18 (Violence & Sexual Content)
Official Website: www.iknowwhokilledme.com
Opening Day: 6 Sept 2007
The script revolves around Aubrey Fleming (Lohan), a young
woman who is rescued after being abducted and tortured by
a serial killer. When Fleming returns home, she claims to
be someone else, raising questions as to whether she is suffering
from post-traumatic stress disorder or if something more sinister
is going on.
Lindsay Lohan had it easy. Apparently, the troublemaking star
wasn’t able to do promotion for this movie because of
her DUI arrest. We would have been terribly sorry if she had
to do promotional tours and face journalists who will bombard
her with questions why she actually said yes to star in this
crap of a movie.
Disney alumna (whatever would Mickey Mouse say?) plays a cheery
and smart girl named Aubrey Flemming who gets abducted by
a serial killer. After she escapes from the psycho, she begins
acting crazy and audiences are expected to watch out for a
twisted ending which would apparently shock the wits out of
problem is, we can’t concentrate on the plot when there
is so much trash going on throughout its 101-minute runtime.
First, there’s Lohan dancing around a pole (she believes
she is Dakota Moss, an exotic dancer after her close shave
with the mad man). Then there are countless scenes of Lohan’s
finger being chopped off, rotting, decomposing and decaying
in the most gruesome manner (cheap computer effects not withstanding).
Oh, and we are not forgetting Lohan’s sex scenes with
some young adolescent boy in the bedroom. It’s almost
offensive and unpleasant to watch them get it on (here’s
a spoiler – it happens after she escapes handicapped
from the kidnapper).
if we tried concentrating on the plot, it is so ludicrous
and outlandish that no self-respecting movie-goer would approve
of it. What’s with Neal McDonough (The Hitcher) and
Julia Ormond’s (Smilla’s Sense of Snow) constant
constipated look? If we were the psychotic girl’s parents,
we would have given up on her long ago. What’s with
the pseudo-mysterious cloud of dark blue hues that irritates
instead of mystifies? What’s with the tacky music that
keeps blaring in the background?
Chris Sivertson had better not make another movie any time
soon, because critics everywhere will be watching out to pounce
on him – not that any movie production company would
be looking for him anytime soon too. As for Lohan, we’d
suggest she stick to wholesome family fun – Herbie would
be happy to take her back if she is lucky.
(This is a bad movie. Period)
Review by John Li