I Know Who Killed Me (2007)

Some films have a colour scheme, some films uses colour to make an artistic or symbolic point. I know who killed me is one such movie that at some point might have gotten that memo but something got lost between that memo and the set designers as every...single shot of this movie has blue in it somewhere. I am not joking- honestly as from the very moment this train wreck starts blue is in the shot and it never leaves. The colour is thrown seemingly randomly at anything and everything, there is no symbolism to this blue mess as the only discipline is chaos. I can only see Director Chris Sivertson saying the following "Paint everything blue! Do entire rooms in the stuff! Everything must be blue!! Blue roses, blue lights, blue rooms, blue clothes? Throw them in! I don't care if it does not make symbolic or artistic cohesion just throw it all in!" This makes the film look as if it does not trust the viewer to be smart enough to think past the pretty pictures nor does evoke the style of Dario Argento or David Fincher that it wants to copy. Instead it makes the film somewhat ugly to look. It overwhelms the viewer to the point that it irritates them as well as distracting them from the rubbish that is happening on screen.Speaking of rubbish, what is the plot of this movie? Well, Aubrey Fleming (played by Lindsay Lohan) is a fantastic student who is great at writing, she is loved by everyone as well as her boyfriend who she does not want to have sex with (this is going to change later in the film in the worst scene of the movie). Then one night she gets kidnapped by some serial killer (We never get a nickname or why he does kill teenage girls.) She is kept there for a few months until being discovered by a driver in a ditch however when at the hospital she claims that she is not Aubrey Fleming but Dakota Moss, a stripper who looks just like Aubrey in every way expect her personality which is more foul mouthed, sex crazed and all around nastiness that Aubrey is not. Now it is up for the police and Aubrey/Dakota to decide if Dakota is really Aubrey and find the killer.At first this seems like a needlessly gory rip-off of Silence of the Lambs and Seven but it quickly descends into an awe inspiring, incoherent mess that meddles with twins sharing injuries and seemingly supernatural serial killer stalking that does not work in the slightest way. I found myself going between laughing at the robotic acting and shouting a very loud "What" whenever something stupid happened on screen. The killer has no motive to speak of and just kidnaps Aubrey from a crowded street with no witnesses what so ever. Even after the killer is revealed it does not make any sense as we had only one scene with culprit beforehand until the end. The film ends very sudden leaving such questions as 'what happens to the other person, what will the parents say after getting back their daughter? Where did the police vanish to in the final act? Why were the police even there to begin with if they did nothing to further the story?' At the centre of all this is Lindsay Lohan. One must not forget that this was the first movie where she is an adult and it shows, the very first scene is LL as a pole dancing stripper whose moments are so sluggish and obviously choreographed that they are about as sexy as a half-melted chocolate bunny rabbit. She is so desperate to prove that she is an adult that there points in the movie where she gawks at shirtless hunky boys which screams "I like boys do you get it?! I like boys." She has sex with Aubrey's boyfriend while Aubrey's mother in downstairs listening in the most cringe worthy scene in the movie. She swears like an angry sailor because she wants to be seen as a grown-up. She wants to prove to us that she is a woman and no longer a good child actress, now she is a mediocre adult actress that killed her career thanks to this movie.I now who killed me is a bad, bad, bad film that thinks its smarter then it thinks it is. It is a graveyard for LL's promising career and is one of the most stupid movies I have seen.

I'm wondering how the horror community missed the boat on this one. Put in some bad English dubbing and slap Argento's name on it, and people would be hailing it as a giallo masterpiece! Now, I'm not suggesting this is some misunderstood classic, but giallos are not exactly known for their sensible plots and great acting. The bright primary colors (those oh-so subtle reds and blues) are also giallo staples. This would've made for a great drive- in double feature with The Bird With The Crystal Plumage back in those fondly remembered days. And I believe that Lindsay Lohan is due for a career renaissance as the new queen of the b-movies, with this as a prime example. If you long for the grindhouse era, then this is right up your aisle.

I've been meaning to write this for a long time, but the reviews of this movie are largely unfair. I found this movie a deliciously dark, often witty but scary experience. The writing is quite good, miles ahead of what the genre usually provides. Character work was detailed and dialogue was way above average. Somehow I think that Lindsey Lohan's reputation at the time was reviewed more than the movie, which is miles ahead of most films in this genre. The dual personalities and the theme of separating reality from fantasy is very well positioned in the script, which brings a level of thematic to the piece that's rare for the genre, as well. I also think the movie, because it was sold as a horror film, was hugely misunderstood.

Pity the poor film school graduated writer, director or producer who really liked watching those surrealistic foreign films but just has to make it in the Hollywood movie world.They believe that there just must be a way to make a done-by-committee Hollywood film that encompasses all the great bizarreness of a Fellini or Almodovar film and still be understood by the legion of common folks going to movies and also be commercial success.Well here's another example that this cannot be done or, if done, will be a failure.This terrible endeavor got it's well-deserved razzie, worst film of the year.