Intended as a savvy deconstruction and updating of film noir conventions and end-times paranoia, poet and playwright Anne Waldman instead trades in nostalgic and trite signifiers of avant-garde theater. From the in-the-round staging, to the 21-person ensemble's recurring chants of "Anarchy!" and the torturous final half-hour of participatory interpretive dance, Waldman and director Judith Malina go through a decades-old checklist of Things Experimental Theater Does. What the performance gets across, though, is how a vital and storied experimental theater company can become a parody of its former self.