Freddie Highmore takes an uncertain step towards adulthood in this awkward rite-of-passage yarn about a precocious New York high schooler who’s not prepared to do a lick of work. Is he a genius hiding his light under a bushel or an obnoxious prat?
You suspect the latter, especially after he lets a willing Emma Roberts slip through his fingers and into the bed of struggling artist Michael Angarano. Ultimately hinging on whether its hero can get his assignments in on time, Gavin Wiesen’s film clearly hopes to be another Rushmore. Highmore’s George, alas, is no Max Fischer.