The creator of Beavis and Butthead imagines a future America in which, essentially, everyone has become his once-famous animated creations. I think — I never watched it. Basically, everyone’s a moron.

The idea is full of potential, but its handling here is cheap, easy, puerile, and seemingly aimed at the kind of idiots the film is supposedly warning us against. Witness the future’s most popular TV show, Ow My Balls, in which a guy is constantly hit in the groin: rather than let us know this and move on, Judge shows an extended chunk of the programme, and proceeds to revisit it several more times. The only possible point of featuring that is to provoke a “haha, he got hit in the balls!” reaction… which is exactly the one the future idiots have.

If Judge’s point is that we’re already living in this absurd, horrendous future, then he’s buried it too deeply beneath broad comedy that plays solely to the cheap seats. Shame.