Make 'Sorority Boys' your guilty pleasure

Men in drag amid the chauvinistic excesses of a fraternity-mad culture � what's not to like?

Director Wally Wolodarsky's "Sorority Boys" is packed full of clich�s and stereotypes, treading on material so timeworn that it wasn't original in the 1950s. Riddled with flaws of logic, plot and common sense, it still manages to combine completely juvenile raunchiness with an essentially good heart.

"Some Like It Hot" it isn't � but you could find some good chuckles here, if you are willing to let your highbrow reputation go to pot.

"Sorority Boys" is about a trio of good-time college boys getting in touch with their feminine side as they try to unmask who framed them for stealing the money for their fraternity's party cruise.

Dave (Barry Watson), Adam (Michael Rosenbaum) and Doofer (Harland Williams) realize what Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis found out long ago: The best place to hide is in plain sight. And who is looking at ugly girls anyway? Off they go to the D.O.G. sorority, the house scorned by its Barbielike sister sorority, the Tri Pis.

Their task is complicated by the fact that � what else?� Dave falls for the stridently feminist (and gorgeous blond) president of D.O.G., Leah (Melissa Sagemiller).

Watson, Rosenbaum and Sagemiller are all endearing in this buddy flick.

"Sorority Boys" is packed with so many lame attempts at humor that something is bound to stick.

Yes, it is silly � but gosh-darn funny � when the women's studies professor tells the class the next day's discussion will be on "the myth of the male orgasm." It's also hard not to roar when Doofer kindly helps a French exchange student tame her abundant body hair so she can find a boyfriend.

I don't need to go on. Fans of "Sorority Boys" are not going to bother with reviews, and those reading reviews are not going to bother with "Sorority Boys."


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