Confusion, Thrills, and a Dash of Dark Humor: “I Know Who Killed Me”

So hey, yesterday, I finally got around to watching “I Know Who Killed Me.” Directed by Chris Sivertson and starring Lindsay Lohan in, well, what I can only describe as a very “ambitious” role. It’s a thriller and mystery, but mostly it’s just confusing—and not always in a good way.

Lindsay plays this dual role thing, like twins but not twins? One’s a sweet piano player, the other a gritty stripper. You can’t help but admire Lohan for diving headfirst into such demanding roles. It reminded me of when I tried to have dual careers in both journalism and sheep-herding—turns out, I’m terrible with sheep.

But, back to the movie. Neal Edelstein, who produced this, worked on “Mulholland Drive,” and you might think you’re in for some Lynchian brilliance, right? Nah, not really. It’s more like a horror mixed with a heavy dose of “what just happened?”

One scene got me reminiscing, though. When Aubrey (or was it Dakota?) tries to piece her life together—her frustration mirrored my own when I lost my bike keys in Norrköping once. The soundtrack plays like a haunting lullaby with a dose of ominous bells, kind of like when the Kiruna church bells chime at midnight. Chilling, isn’t it?

The film has this blue color motif that screams artsy. Is it supposed to symbolize something? I’m not sure. Feels a bit like when I tried painting my kitchen bright orange and ended up feeling queasy every time I made köttbullar.

If you’re in the mood for a Lindsay Lohan film that delivers a bizarre blend of grit, sexiness, and head-scratching moments, then maybe give this a whirl. But grab a fika first. You’ll need it.

Check the trailer below