"I Know Who Killed Me" is a vile little horror outing that was designed as some sort of "comeback" vehicle for Lindsay Lohan back in early 2007. Needless to say, the movie did not succeed in that endeavor. Anything but.
Lohan plays Aubrey Fleming, an attractive, but relatively naive high school student who falls prey to a torture-crazed serial killer who manages to slice off a few of her limbs before she miraculously escapes his clutches. When she wakes up in the hospital, she believes herself to be a girl named Dakota Moss, some kind of fictional "alter ego" with a life straight out of a soft-porn novel - which provides us with ample opportunity to ogle the scantily-clad Lohan as she writhes around in slow-motion performing pole-dances at a sleazy strip joint. Is Aubrey, who is herself a writer of fiction, simply a victim of repression, a wild and free spirit so obsessed with being a "good little girl" that she`s allowed her true nature to remain buried in her subconscious all these years? And is the trauma she's undergone simply the vehicle through which that true nature can now come to the fore? Or is there another, less purely psychological explanation - let's say, symbiotic twins? - for this sudden shift in identity?
It doesn't really matter what the answers to those questions are, for this depressing foray into sadism, dismemberment and supernatural hocus pocus is poorly written, amateurishly acted and completely lacking in either thrills or common sense. Actually, the story itself might have had some validity had it not forced the audience to wallow in as much gratuitous unpleasantness as it does. But, as it is, whenever we begin to develop even the meagerest interest in what is happening, we're subjected to yet another round of stomach-churning bloodletting. Yuck.