Lohan Gets An "A" for a B-flick
So much notoriety fogs the drama of Lindsay Lohan's life these days that it's probably easier to review that than her actual movie. But, surprise, the not-screened-in-advance-for-press I Know Who Killed Me is a credible piece of pop entertainment of the hottie-in-distress genre.
The genre is no favorite of critics or responsible adults, who have no desire to observe its conventions, lots of pain, torture and bondage suffered by said hottie, followed by righteously administered way-cool death to perpetrator, but if you accept those conventions, "I Know" delivers on them in a trim, if violent, package and gives Lohan a chance to show she knows a little something about the acting trade.
One can certainly see why she accepted such a project, even at the hands of a first-time writer (Jeff Hammond) and an undistinguished director (Chris Sivertson). She gets to play that coveted stretch-job, the double role, first as good-girl perfect teen Aubrey Fleming and then as stripper-survivor-street girl Dakota Moss.