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IN SHORT: Terribly un-PC and terrifically funny. Ah, sometimes I really enjoy being a thick skinned liberal, and The Opposite of Sex, which slanders almost everybody in one way or another, is one of those times. Unlike Wednesday Addams, who would have killed you just as soon as give you the time of day, DeDee Pruitt (Christina Ricci) is determined to put a capital "B" in front of the word "itch". as well, considering she narrates the entirety of The Opposite of Sex in retrospect, she really wants to screw with your brain as well. She know she is and she points it out every time, literally saying "I'm screwing with you now." Capital B in a bold and underlined font. Dedee is the perfect 16 year old annoying attitude in your face white trash without the accent. and though the opposite of sex promises, in its advertising, to offend, it is a very funny an ribald flick. So, unless you're a thin skinned PC fanatic, or a homosexual or born again Christian or Kinko's employee or teacher or single straight girl or Jew or Southern White trash type the odds that you'll be offended are slight. I'm sure that African- Americans are slammed somewhere, but I didn't start keeping the list until halfway through the flick, so I may be wrong. Tom Cruise gets slurred, too, but only once. It's a good thing that Dee narrates the flick, 'cuz the thing is so complicated that a road map is surely appreciated. Simply, after the death of a, perhaps, abusive stepfather, Dee runs off to Indiana, where her gay stepbrother Bill (Martin Donovan) lives. The house, left to him by his dead ex (from AIDS) is also residence to Bill's new lover, Matt (Ivan Sergei), who Dee seduces and runs off with. In a most bizarre twist and out of the blue subplot, Dee and Matt's disappearance gets Bill accused of molesting one of his former students (Johnny Galecki, ex of Roseanne). There's also Lisa, the spinster teacher sister of Tom the dead guy, (described by Dee as "beyond sex...like amoebas") played to the teeth by Lisa Kudrow; a slate faced cop named Carl (Lyle Lovett) who pines for the frigid teach and another story about the cop's dead ex Nancy, and his infidelity. Right at the top, narrator Dee warns you that she's not going to shut her fat yap, 'cuz it's a way to cover up all the plot holes. And there are plenty of those. This thing is an insulting, equally slanderous, viciously funny popcorn flick. It may have started it's own genre. The various stories run the gamut from grand theft, and theft of crematoria ashes, to intellectual discussion about the superiority of a good shampoo over hot passionate sex. It's all off the wall, very cutting edge of unpleasant and, at least to me, very funny. As for the title, Dee sums it up best: "Sex ends in death or disease or relationships. I want the opposite of that." A perfect description of the life of a film reviewer. <sigh.> On average, a first run movie ticket will run you Eight Bucks. Were Cranky able to set his own price to The Opposite of Sex, he would have paid . . . $5.00Somehow, my gut tells me that watching this movie solo as a rental won't work well. Find yourself a good, liberal, anti-PC audience to sit with and have fun feeling superior to everybody else.
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