Very disappointing...

The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

The film may be flawed, but its message is not.

A terrific literary drama and character piece that shows how the process of creating art can be seen differently by those doing it and those looking at it from the outside.

I adore this film so much.I'm a horror freak and love the daft 80's/90's films you used to chance upon on the bottom shelf of the horror section of Blockbuster (Return of the Living Dead 3, Pumpkinhead, Frankenhooker).This film felt a lot like those charming, stupid but lovable films.If you go into it without your head up your butt, expecting some lofty, high art thriller, you might have some fun.It kind of reminded me of the era when Drew Barrymore (QWEEN!!!!) was in her teens/early 20's, no longer a cute kid, dreadful reputation for drink and drug abuse (but recovered) and seemed only bookable for 'bad/mad girl' roles (Amy Fisher, Poison Ivy, Gun Crazy, Mad Love). Those were some of her best, because they were all completely nuts, straight to video fare that turned out to be awesome. (Seriously, you need to check out Doppelganger - it's absolutely mental. Drew is and alien/shapeshifty monster).Its a pity Lindsay's not acting anymore - I was really hoping for a Drew-esque series of bonkers thrillers like this one.

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.

IMDb Users in their infinite wisdom have given this title a poor rating. Why? Well seeing that it is actually a very decent movie, one would assume it is solely down to the lead, namely Ms. Lohan. Sit down, watch the movie and cast aside anything you may know about LL's personal life. The story is intriguing, the direction is superb; very atmospheric, and the performances within are sound. IKWKM is well worth a watch for these reasons alone. The story-line moves along at a steady pace and can seem rather confusing but perseverance will pay off. Like a lot of films of this genre the ending falls short from being truly satisfying and loses touch with reality. A little exposition would not have gone amiss. That said, there is adequate closure so the viewer should not feel cheated.

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.