Opposite Sex is hardly the worst show on television--or Fox, for that matter, as long as Family Guy stays on the air--but it never transcends its High Concept. It might as well posit itself as science fiction: Three guys--including 15-year-old Jed Perry (Milo Ventimiglia), a recently dumped East Coast boy moved by his single dad out West--find themselves the lone possessors of penises on a pastoral campus populated by would-be supermodels who might be in their mid-30s...and end up hating every second of it. They hate their pink gym clothes, the salad bar in the cafeteria, the janitor's closet they're forced to use as a dressing room; surprisingly, they're not forced to urinate sitting down. Worse, the girls hate having boys sully their school's pristine rep as a chick feeder for the Ivy League schools. Must have something to do with cooties.
What makes Opposite Sex hard to stomach is that it feels compelled to admit it's just a dumb-ass TV show. Before the credits roll, Jed and his soon-to-be-ex are rolling around in a candle-lit bedroom; they're doin' it, man. Only they're not: It's a fantasy sequence. Then, just when you're suckered in, Jed wanders into the girls' locker room, only to find himself face-to-face with an angry coach. "Sorry," he mutters. "I thought this was a fantasy sequence." Hard to believe Freaks and Geeks, the best show ever made about high school, gets the death sentence, while something as puerile and silly as Opposite Sex gets a second chance.