Director: Chris Sivertson
Stars: Lindsay Lohan, Julia Ormond, Neal McDonough, Brian Geraghty, Garcelle Beauvais-Nilon, Spencer Garrett

A critic's take: “It's a shock to see that Lindsay Lohan, even with her boundless flair for self-destruction, would sign on for a grisly piece of torture porn. And really, did she have to choose such a gruesomely tawdry and inept one?” – Owen Gleiberman (Entertainment Weekly)

Why it's bad (meaning good): In I Know Who Killed Me, Lindsay Lohan plays a pole-humping stripper who’s being stalked by a gruesome serial killer—what’s not to love? Try a script that’s intended to evoke David Lynchian psychosis but conjures up nothing more than uproarious laughter and tireless head-scratching. And a director, Chris Sivertson, who’s clearly seen Dario Argento’s Suspiria one too many times, drowning every scene in overdone, loud blue and red color palettes.

Yet, putting all of that negativity aside, I Know Who Killed Me has the kind of entertainment value that most directors of Academy Award hopefuls could only wish to achieve. Give the beleaguered Lohan credit, too, because her performance here, playing enigmatic twins on a homicidal maniac’s to-slaughter list, is nothing if not balls-out. Not to mention, it’s her sexiest role to date, adding a large portion of stripper eye candy to a disastrous movie that’s already packed to the brim with trashy salaciousness.