By this point, the current teen/college sex-comedy cycle has recycled just about every convention from the teen sex comedies of the '80s, with one notable exception: comical cross-dressing. Into that void rushes Sorority Boys, a shockingly inane college comedy that accomplishes the nearly impossible feat of being far worse than it looks. A nadir for a genre that seems to consist of nothing but new lows, Sorority Boys follows the misadventures of the three-man social committee of a fraternity that apparently takes pride in fostering an atmosphere conducive to date rape. But their seemingly charmed life of constant sexual harassment, meaningless sex, and vicious misogyny takes an ugly turn when they're framed for embezzlement by the pompadour-sporting president of their beloved frat. Then, thanks to a sequence of events far too idiotic to recount, the trio must don drag (which would only fool a university consisting entirely of blind deaf-mutes) in order to pledge to the acronym-unfriendly DOG sorority, the home to many of the college's most abused and put-upon female students. From there, the film travels a dispiriting and familiar route, as the lads learn to embrace their feminine sides and the girls learn to loosen up and have fun, with a few detours for romantic subplots borrowed from Tootsie. USA Up All Night fodder inexplicably granted a theatrical release, Sorority Boys never rises above the atrocious gag of its title. A slew of inane sex romps have set the bar for youth-oriented sex comedies pretty low, but Sorority Boys still manages to limbo under it with bleary-eyed determination. The underachieving second film of Simpsons veteran Wallace Wolodarsky pays lip service to the value of judging people by the content of their character rather than by more superficial means, but Sorority Boys is ugly inside and out.