N.Y. play called permissive garbage

By William Glover NEW YORK.(A) -De-, termined not to neglect any possible audience minority, the sadly misnamed New York Shakespeare Festival is catering to anyone kinky for farcical filth with "Where Do We Go From Here?"

The only sane answer is anywhere except to the Public Theater, where this plunge into the lower depths of permissive garbage is showing.

The story by John Ford Noonan centers upon a drag queen and a roommate who is insistently straight, they say, but who is otherwise an emotional disaster area because he is a fat Jewish disc jockey who cannot get into television.

There are a good many complications concerning a masked avenger named Zorro, out to eliminate the

homosexual populace of Boston with a meat cleaver, a crime-investigating

lib sister named Winifred Winowski from Wabash, Wis., and a chap with a bag of other queer problems.

Noonan and the director, David Margulies, try with desperation verging on panic to turn the whole

thing into a slapstick whodunit. The language is boringly obscene, the cast's antics clumsy and sick.

For the record, Jake Dengel enacts the transvestite, Gabriel Dell his frantic chum: and five others, who can remain unnamed, range from ignoble to inexcusable in behavior.

"Where Do We Go From Here?" continutes theater's insistent sequence of plays about lads who like to dress up as lasses. The epidemic is just one of those things there is no explaining.

None has succeeded at the box office, however, and hopefully the fad will shortly fade away.