We have reached the point where Lindsay Lohan's reputation eclipses her resume. The still-young actress, once recognized for her impressive acting ability, must now contend with an audiences' pre-conceived assumption that she is the party-hungry wild child tabloid pushers make her out to be. Sadly, Lohan's latter identity is now winning the battle.

It doesn't help that Lohan's latest film, Georgia Rule, endured documented production delays due in part to her childish on-set antics. And now that we're able to see the finished product, we realize the star plays... well, a coarse version of the pseudo-diva we've grown accustomed to. Without judging whether her scandalous exploits are accurate, it's difficult to hear Lohan utter lines like, "You can't stop what is done to you. You can only survive it," without applying such words of wisdom to her well-publicized, off-camera existence.

Not that it matters. Lohan, in her brief prime, couldn't have helped the schizophrenic Rule, which spoon feeds small-town lessons to a big-city lout who has grown too big for her britches. Unable to cope with her rebellious daughter Rachel, Lilly (Felicity Huffman) ships the boorish, confrontational teen (Lohan) to her grandmother Georgia's (Jane Fonda) Idaho abode for a personality rehab. Like a tornado in Daisy Duke shorts, Rachel uses her time to seduce the town doctor (Dermot Mulroney) and deflower a handsome Mormon boy preparing for a two-year mission of charitable service.

But there are darker themes lurking beneath Rule, and director Garry Marshall -- a clumsy, blunt, and obvious filmmaker -- transitions abruptly from Fonda's stream of acerbic advice bombs (coined Georgia Rules) to uncomfortably sexual and candidly honest confessions that tip the otherwise boring applecart. Rachel shocks Lilly with an accusation that she was abused by her stepfather, then recants and claims she made the story up. Devastated by the news, Lilly loses herself in bottles of booze and Georgia tries to keep her crumbling family intact.

Marshall can only sustain the subsequent did-he-or-didn’t-he mystery until we learn daddy dearest is played by perennial scumbag Cary Elwes (now typecast as the sleazy villain in countless films). After that, Rule spins its wheels as Marshall tries to decide whether he's making the most insensitive comedy ever about alcoholism or the softest drama ever about child molestation. No matter which he chooses, this Frankenstein's monster of screenwriting clichés never has a chance.

The DVD includes deleted scenes, a gag reel (Marshall puts a CD on a vinyl turntable!), a commentary from Marshall, and several making-of featurettes.



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