I Know Who Killed Me

In short, it’s a gift-wrapped part for Lohan, who plays her good-girl/bad-girl role with wit and an air of sly calculation.

The film suggests Lohan probably (allegedly) should've gone after her agent the other night, not the mother of an ex-personal assistant.

The troubled star writhes her way through a red-lit pole dance in the opening credits and shrieks her way through a prolonged torture-porn sequence; after those lurid turns the movie settles into an indifferent mystery plot as the cops pressure the girl to help them find the culprit.

Having broken free of the Disney machine that molded her, Lohan now seems intent on destroying her career and credibility on her own terms.

Pretentious and inane.

I can’t say I was too surprised by how risible, grotesque, and incoherent I Know Who Killed Me is. But I can’t say I was prepared for its pretentiousness. If the picture has any use at all, it’s as a case study in what happens when the talentless attempt to emulate the inspired.

There's a fresh candidate in the running for worst movie of 2007 honors.

demasiado bizarra para ser creíble afortunadamente i know who killed me tiene una historia original y aunque la actuación de lohan se va quedando chica a medida que avanza la película esta cuanta con giros inesperados pero sin sentido y escenas de gore que solo toleraran las personas de estómagos fuertes. En teoría esta película ustedes la disfrutaran si no esperan una película demasiado intrigante o que sea fiel ala vida real sin embargo la e visto 3 veces y en esas 3 ocasiones la e disfrutado

A fact: a horror movie literally made ​​by a former Disney. The perfect reason for the critical fall over. The film is not very good, but not bad. Very underrated. Can carry a tense atmosphere from start to finish and some crackpot theories, can be satisfactory.

You need to pay attention to the smallest detail to be able to understand the movie. It is very confusing and sometimes very awkward. The story is understandable however is weak, what reward are the steamy Lindsay Lohan's scenes. From bad, the movie becomes good. I have a few chances, but whatever. Lindsay would not have a twin sister, she keeps the whole story in mind, so that she can not feel pain. I read this somewhere and I adopted this hypothesis as well.

What on earth was that? All I see is red and blue..."I Know Who Killed Me" is a movie of the "alien comes to Earth and uses the movie business as a cover." Beneath the mountain of oddities and blue lies a somewhat interesting story about a serial killer, trauma, doppelgangers, and paranormal events.However, it was incredibly difficult for me to follow the story and figure out who was doing what and why until the finale. I was also distracted by Lindsay Lohan's striptease and an extremely bizarre sex scene. Add to that Shyamalan-level acting, far more gross-out stuff and violence than you'd expect from a Lohan film, and a production that's second to none (not meant as a **** all of this doesn't put you off, or if you're even more curious about this somewhat forgotten mystery-fantasy thriller, you should give it a look.(Unfortunately, I've only seen the film in the German version; the performances must be even more remarkable in the original version.)

This film tells the story of a young woman who disappears and, after being found, claims to have a totally different identity. Directed by Chris Sivertson, has a script by Jeffrey Hammond and Lindsay Lohan in the lead role. At first glance, the central idea of ​​the script seems worthy **** thriller or horror movie. And indeed it is. The problem is the way it develops its concept. The script is totally overloaded with plot holes and paradoxes. Many people have criticized the overuse of cliche's but... well, horror film industry has literally lived with it since some years ago. For me, the problem isn't that, but the way these cliche's are framed and articulated. They just don't fit. The characters are also bad, don't have a proper development nor any personality. The central character, having two personalities, ends up not having anyone. The film is not clear about the existence of a twin sister, although its suggested. It tries to bet on bloody graphics but fails, and cinematography, sets and clothes opposes the blue and red colors (as the colors-symbol of the two different personalities of the main character), but that gives to the film a far-fetched and almost sickening visual, worthy of a B movie from the seventies. The soundtrack is bad and Lindsay Lohan gives again profs to be a bad actress and a stripper and pole dancer absolutely mediocre.