Georgia Rule — Lindsay Lohan has made her Gigli. That’s partly because it’s as epically awful as that notorious 2003 bomb starring the artist formerly known as Bennifer. Primarily, though, it’s because Lohan’s well-documented off-camera antics are such a distraction, as Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck’s were, it’s impossible to become engrossed in the film. Although she shares the screen with acting heavyweights Jane Fonda and Felicity Huffman, Lohan is the one who, for better and worse, grabs our attention. Strutting around a small Idaho town in oversized aviator sunglasses, stylish off-the-shoulder tops, skinny jeans and wedges, her party-girl character Rachel looks, sounds and acts like . . . well, like Lindsay Lohan. Then, of course, we all walk into Georgia Rule with the knowledge that this is the movie that earned Lohan an ugly, public reprimand from James G. Robinson, the Morgan Creek Productions CEO who wrote a letter scolding her for her absences during shooting. All that, however, wears off eventually. And then you are left, for a very long time, with a film that is chock-full of dysfunctional family clichés — a hodgepodge of histrionics that’s just painfully shrill to endure. R for sexual content and some language. 11inutes. One star. — Christy Lemire