Just when it looked like indie product(ions) had sucked the juice and truth out of the dysfunctional family subspecies, along comes the odd couple of director Garry Marshall (Pretty Woman) and Lindsay Lohan to provide not only the best movie in the genre in ages, but one that could easily fill a Twilight Zone double bill with Mysterious Skin. Lohan plays a hypersexualized teenage wreck whose alkie mom (Felicity Huffman) sends her off to Idaho for a stay with her own mother (Jane Fonda), an emotionally remote sorta Christian. (The image of Lohan passed out in virginal white under a sign reading "Welcome to the Land of the Famous Potato" is an early indicator of Marshall's gentle/weird humor.) After the basic setup, and a plot that has much to do with the repressed returning in spades, Georgia does things indies are too hip to countenance: Christians and Mormons are ribbed and respected; rural life is a viable option; sexual violence has decidedly un-pretty consequences; and a mere movie, despite Little Miss Sunshine's delusional insistence otherwise, can only suggest the beginning of a solution to big trouble. While everyone is understated and ace in their roles, it's Lohan's star-making exposed nerve of a performance that pays the bills here with interest.