The avant-garde is suffering from intellectual hemophilia. It seems temporarily bled out of fresh ideas. The off-Broadway enterprise called Theater 1965, run by Producers Clinton Wilder and Richard Barr and Playwright Edward Albee, is trying to supply some new blood by professionally producing experimental work by young U.S. dramatists, but except for scattered, fitfully exciting moments, the points of view are derivative, repetitive and predictable.
> Balls, by Paul Foster, stars two spotlighted pingpong balls that throughout the play swing back and forth over the pitch-dark graves of two long-dead though volubly tape-recorded...
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