I decided to watch I Know Who Killed Me (2007) on DVD because a critic, Jim Ridley, at the Village Voice liked it and opined that moviegoers shouldn’t have overlooked it.
He’s nearly right. For over an hour this horror film by Scott Sivertson, starring Lindsay Lohan, is an intriguing bundle of nasty realism, and it does have the damaged Lohan’s magnetism. It’s unfortunate, then, that this flick which Ridley says was “sold as torture porn” ends up as weak as contemporary torture porn. The last one-third is rushed and ludicrous, with Sivertson’s flashy, gimmicky style always present. It could have achieved a gory marriage of Hitchcock and David Lynch, but no. I know what killed it.