“I’m Georgia, and I’ve got some rules,” quipped Jane Fonda at the premiere of Georgia Rule on Tuesday night. Sure, the joke was lame, but Ms. Fonda was looking like a stone cold fox, so I’ll forgive her. Standing next to her, Gloria Steinem, another foxy femme-it-forward advocate, stepped up to the mic to speak about the Women’s Media Center. She, Fonda and writer/activist Robin Morgan founded the Center in 2004, and tonight was the organization’s first glitzy Hollywood-style event.

Though female empowerment certainly proved the dominant theme of the evening, this lipstick lady (a.k.a. me) couldn’t help but look at the film’s stars—Fonda, Lindsay Lohan and Felicity Huffman—as they paraded their dresses and accessories on the red carpet. Lohan wore a champagne-colored dress with a puffy ballet-style skirt, a bit too much eyeliner and her new honey-blonde/post-rehab locks. (For those who don’t recall, Georgia Rule was the film in which Lohan received a strongly worded letter from Morgan Creek’s production chief Jim Robinson telling her to straighten out her act and show up to work on time.) Fonda also donned the champagne hue, but showed off some serious cleavage, and let me just say this—if I ran in certain circles, I might be tempted to scream a spirited “You go, girl!”

After dispensing of the business, including introducing the night’s co-stars in attendance—my fave Desperate Housewife Huffman, Cary Elwes, and new male ingénue Garrett Hedlund—Fonda and Steinem let the film begin. Overall, Georgia Rule had some truly endearing moments but was an uneven mess of a film. It centers on a sexy and well dressed, yet good-for-naught teenager (Lohan), her alcoholic-control freak mother (Huffman) and the stringent, rule-making grandmother (Fonda) who unites them all. It’s set in Idaho. There are lots of lovingly quaint scenes that attempt to smooth the transitions between the others that move the plot forward.

In the interest of full disclosure, I have never been in the “Lindsay Lohan can act” school of thought, but this film proved me wrong. However, I think it was all wrong for Garry Marshall’s instincts and talents as a director. I mean, this is the man who brought us Never Been Kissed, Runaway Bride and Raising Helen, for criminy’s sake.

Nonetheless, the film’s earnestness earned it some points in my book in an age where White Chicks, Little Man and Wild Hogs (starring “Flicka” Huffman’s very own hubby, Bill Macy) can be box office smashes. (I use the term smashes loosely, natch.) As I walked out of the theater, I saw Jay McCarroll, winner of Project Runway, season 1, and I thought to myself, “WWJD—What would Jay do?” (Other than attend the after party at Midtown’s China Club, of course.) Well, my little Glamourites, Jay would do as Foxy Fonda intended, go forth and rule.

Georgia Rule opens tomorrow in theaters nationwide.

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