THE WARRIORS -- Allen, AMC's Academy 6, K-B Georgetown Square, K-B Silver, Landover Mall, Town.

As a 30-minute anthropological film, "The Warriors" might sustain some interest, provided that its information about the clothing, bonding and grunting of lowerclass adolescent male New Yorkers is accurate. As a feature film, however, it's much too dull.

That problem may not have been anticipated in a film entirely composed of a chase scene with occasional killings, activities credited with arousing high interest among moviegoers no matter how frequently they're shown. The premise is that representatives from 100 New York street gangs hold a convention, marred by the featured speaker's being shot just as he is explaining how they will take over New York City and environs. The Warriors of Coney Island are falsely held to blame, and the film is about their attempts to get home on the subway while pursued by various other gangs, including the New York City Police Department.

However, no case was ever made for the audience's caring whether these particular unattractive youths should survive any more than any of their peers. Thus the basic element of the chased, a team preference for the chaser or the chased, is missing.

Perhaps the Warriors were supposed to command sympathy because they are equal-opportunity employers, at least in fraternal acceptance without regard to race or ethnic origin. Gender is another matter: Women are viewed as dangerous wildlife whom the better-behaved Warriors virtuously avoid, but who prove fatal to the foolish. The police are viewed as ineffective game wardens.

Thus, one has to be entirely alienated from the viewpoint of the filmmakers to enjoy the moment when a brave Warrior finds himself chained to a park bench because the woman he was ferociously attacking has turned out to be a cop. But it was a glorious moment for anyone interested in seeing Society strike back.