This noisy, confused 90-minute show about the history of the fool has no discernible themes and rarely any humor. Conceived by John Pierson and written by him and the other six performers, it consists of many apparently unrelated vignettes. The only elements unifying the piece are the plastic milk crates the performers too often wear on their heads: you can't see their faces, and what they say is muffled and unintelligible. Add to this a stage sunk in such deep gloom that you also can't see a lot of what's going on in the long, narrow space, and you've got an evening that's frustratingly inaccessible. Did I mention there's a long monologue in Italian? The Neo-Futurists can do better--this feels like an assault. --Laura Molzahn a Through 9/29: Thu-Sat 8 PM, Neo-Futurarium, 5153 N. Ashland, 312-409-1954, $10-$15, "pay what you can" Thu.