"Dark Eyes", which opened last night at the Plymouth, is a mixture of occasional humor and bad taste. Funny in parts, the show falls through the bottom when it attempts to sketch human beings. It is excellent only with wooden butlers.

The scene is laid on Long Island. There is a mildly sumptious house, in which live: 1) a harassed business man, the paterfamilias, who has just returned from Washington with the old gags about the alphabet agencies, 2) a lovable old grandmother, 3) a debutante, the daughter, and 4) a playboy, the son. This is called The Typical American Home.

Into this Typical American Home are thrust four Russian expatriates: 1) a White Russian playboy, sweetheart of the debutante, 2) a young Russian female, whose designs on the playboy have been realized several times, 3) an older Russian female, 4) a still older Russian female. There are The Disrupters (though, after all, sweet and lovable people) of The Typical American Home.

The play was written (they say on Broadway) by Nunally Johnson, and by-lined by Elena Miramova and Eugenie Leontovitch. It is well put on by Jed Harris, and the acting contains no really bad hackers. You could do worse.