oh, lindsay

So. Finally got around to watching I Know Who Killed Me. I still feel kinda nauseous. Once upon a time, horror movies and thrillers would walk that fine like between showing you just enough to unsettle you and showing you enough that you risked having people hurl in the theatre while watching the flick... presuming it made it to an actual movie theatre. Had I watched this while munching my pizza the other night, I think there would have been serious complications. I'm squeamish. Much of the movie? Not for the squeamish or even those who don't mind a little gore. Cuz, ew.

I liked the general idea [Aubrey disappears, horrible things are done to her, she's found by the side of the road somewhere, taken to the hospital, wakes up, proclaims she ain't Aubrey, annnnd cue the rest of the movie.] and we've mentioned the Lindsay love before. So when Christmas came and went and there was no copy under my tree, I Netflixed it.
I'm still not sure if I wish I hadn't.

( Spoilers, ahoy! )

I imagine that when people signed on, the movie at least read better than it managed to come across. None of the acting made my eyes bleed horribly, it was more like chunks of the movie disappeared and what was left made little WTF bubbles appear over your head too often... plus, really difficult to see. Also, Linds, the fake 'n bake tan thing? Really, really poor choice for this movie.

I love that all the stills for the movie are clear and pretty and you can see what the hell was going on, cuz there's no way you'd see that in the actual movie. Oi. Julia Ormond was really pretty throughout the movie, so there's that to recommend it, too.

I'm going to go finish It had to be you and cross my heart and hope to spy. Need something to distract me from memories of the... the less said, the better, I imagine. Also, where was I when they finally put The Parent Trap 2 on DVD? The moment I get paid Friday, I know what I'm getting. :D