Review of I Know Who Killed Me (2007) by Filmradar — 03 Nov 2008

Unfairly trashed as Z grade torture porn, Chris Sivertson's canny thriller is actually one of the nuttiest artsploitation flicks ever churned out by the Hollywood machine. Tabloid trainwreck Lyndsay Lohan flamed out in a spectacular fashion last year and among the collateral damage was the reputation of this star vehicle, which made a virtual sweep of the Razzie Awards for 2007.

Apparently taking his cues from influences as diverse as Lynch (the black humor and surrealism), DePalma (the emotional pitch and film brat references), Cronenberg (the body horror) and Kieslowski (doppelgangers), Sivertson plunges the surprisingly game Lohan into a deliriously baroque, color-coded world of adoloescent anxiety and virgin/whore hysterics.

With appearances by Art Bell, a hairless cat, stigmatic twins, a rechargeable prosthetic limb and Lohan's deliciously scuzzy poledancing, it's all here--including the film's unforgettable catchphrase cum motto "Everybody gets cut.

" Darkly funny, off-kilter, scary, sometimes poignant, always disreputable and sleazy, I Know Who Killed Me deserves a second look, HFS style.