For those fans who think the animated MTV series about America's most infamous delinquents rules, be prepared for the wet dream of the big screen to be a letdown. Although Beavis and Butt-head the movie doesn't suck, it suffers the same fate as many of the Saturday Night Live skits that were stretched into feature flicks: too few laughs and not enough substance.

On the Maslow scale of human needs, the two fart knockers require only TV and penile stimulation. Given the liberties offered by his new medium, creator Mike Judge capitalizes on the latter, making a host of whacking-off jokes while using the former as the plot's launching pad. Beavis and Butt-head set out to find a TV after their set is stolen; they end up landing a gig as hit men to do some guy's buxom wife. The adventure takes them from their pleasantly demented suburbia to Las Vegas, where they can't quite offend the hearing-impaired old people, and, ultimately, to DC, where they get into a standoff with the ATF. Of course, the heavy-metal morons don't score, and neither does Judge's effort. At the Copley Place, the Fresh Pond, and the Circle and in the suburbs.