Georgia Rule is a film about secrets and lies, and the manner in which mistreatment and violation unchecked breed more dysfunction.
The film’s tagline — about attitude not skipping a generation — is
true in the very loosest sense, but the issues churning underneath this
estrogenized dramedy are surprising if somewhat disarming for a May
studio release with this high of a profile and hearty P&A budget.

Lindsay Lohan
stars as Rachel Wilcox, a spitfire party girl given to blurted
exclamations, unapologetic flights of fancy and physical acting out,
all of which serve as an obvious mask for some scarcely hidden
psychological damage. Felicity Huffman is her exasperated mother, and
Jane Fonda her estranged grandmother, with whom Rachel gets dumped to
live in small town Idaho for the summer. Georgia Rule
is characterized by what might be called not so much a novelistic depth
as a certain independent-minded whimsicality. Not all of it really
works — in fact, it’s what you could rightly call an interesting
failure — but there’s an at-odds variance with much of this time of
year’s Hollywood studio product that makes it a welcome-enough visitor,
and part of the film’s saving grace, ironically, may be just the
off-screen image of careening, wild-child disregard that’s dinged
Lohan’s previous efforts to be taken seriously, in fare like A Prairie Home Companion and Bobby. Rachel is a mess, but in a very specific and determinable way, and Lohan imbues in her a sense of wounded, nervy grace. For the full review, from FilmStew, click here.