By EW Staff
Updated September 08, 1995 at 04:00 AM EDT

A better title would be The Bad Museum of Virtual Art. The subject of a wave of self-consciously ironic gallery shows, contorted art-journal articles, and manic collecting activity lately, the otherworld of amateur art derives its fascination from (a) the shameless pleasures of sheer junk, (b) the rebellious endorphin kick of insurgency and anarchy, (c) a snorting elitism disguised as the exact opposite. Too bad this un funny tour through an elaborate would-be museum — based on the collection of a real ”museum” in the basement of collector Scott Wilson’s computer-programmer friend — scarcely suggests any of that. This tedious disc is neither smart, which would have been good, nor dumb, which would have been better. C-