Plot: An idyllic small town is rocked when Aubrey Fleming (Lohan), a bright and promising young woman, is abducted and tortured by a sadistic serial killer. When she manages to escape, the traumatized girl who regains consciousness in the hospital insists that she is not who they think she is and that the real Aubrey Fleming is still in mortal danger.
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We hate to admit this, but, after seeing a couple of years ago, we actually liked Lindsay Lohan’s acting in comedies. We keep telling ourselves it was the car, but Lohan actually showed promise in that film.
Now, she’s gone dark, and come out with the horror thriller I Know Who Killed Me. Would her dark side be as easy to accept as her light side, or would we be in for a very couple of hours?
Lohan, who has recently made headlines more for her rehab stints than her acting, isn’t too impressive in I Know Who Killed Me. She’s at her best playing the innocent girl Aubrey Fleming in the beginning of the film. After her torture and escape, however, she takes on the persona of Dakota Morris, a stripper with a crack addict as a mother – and isn’t that convincing.
The long stripping scenes showcase Lohan at her worst, yet the director loves to keep coming back to them, much to the utter disgust of the viewer. Supposedly, it’s to further the plot and showcase how different Dakota is from Aubrey – but instead it just shows that Lohan has no clue how to act sexy. It’s actually pathetic, and the viewers may find themselves reaching for the fast forward button on their remotes.
While I Know Who Killed Me has an intriguing plot, director Chris Sivetson turns the movie into a disjointed, uneasy stumble through the events. Right from the first sequence, the viewer is tossed to the wayside, and can only watch as the director delivers more and more nonsensical sequences before wrapping up the film in a shockingly normal way.
Just when the viewer thinks the answer to the convoluted clues can’t be that obvious, they are surprised to discover that it is. It’s a huge letdown after sitting through the rest of the film, and will lower the viewer’s opinion of the film even further.
The special effects, on the other hand, are a highlight of the film. While the film’s directing does it’s best to prevent the actors from helping to heighten the impact of the film on it’s viewers, it’s grisly special effects do their best to showcase the gore and brutality. Maybe the filmmakers believed showing the brutal effects would make the film that much more terrifying, but without acting and directing needed to pull the viewer into the film beforehand, the effects come off as just senseless gore.
True, seeing Lohan as an amputee is shocking – but most viewers have seen that effect before in, of all things, Forrest Gump (remember Lieutenant Dan?), so that’s nothing new.
Full of disjointed sequences that have the viewer skipping around – then returning too many times to the same ridiculously bad stripper sequences – I Know Who Killed Me suffers more from it’s directing than anything else. Chris Sivertson never even tries to get the viewer involved, then displays large amounts of gore and brutality, hoping against hope that will keep the viewer glued to their seat. This viewer disassociation can’t be recovered by Lohan or any the other actors for any length of time. Instead, the viewer just sticks around to see how things will turn out – and then is largely disappointed when they turn out so predictably.
Next time, Lohan, stick to the lighter side – if I Know Who Killed Me is any indication, your choice in directors for your forays into the darker side of films is like your life off-screen: a complete train wreck.
As, for the rest of us, go back and watch again if you’re itching for some Lohan – I Know Who Killed Me just isn’t worth your time.