Radiohole remains the radical and reckless avant garde company that has worked and played in Brooklyn--and the world beyond--for the past ten years. Ever the anarchic artists skillfully bridging the gap between chaos and meaning, Radiohole has loaded this technically imaginative and brightly arranged show with all the cryptic charisma and wild adventure you'd expect.
Whatever, Heaven Allows is a star-spangled American meta-melodrama inspired by film director Douglas Sirk's 1950s potboilers - namely his 1955 film "All That Heaven Allows" - and Milton's epic Paradise Lost. From there, Radiohole picks the points from which to jump, and the show does jump--far. Our heroine is an all-American "Eve" who must save her home from an evil-doer while struggling to find fulfillment in a lasting relationship with a supposedly good man who looks like god.Whatever, Heaven Allows is as much epic poem as raucous party; the stage becomes a playground of video, text, movement, and objects, a morphing world in which audience minds can play. It evokes, as one of the actors says during the show, the feeling of "falling out of the world a little at a time." But you are brought back, as much by the high-tech prowess as the lo-tech chaos complete with the usual, beer-drinking fun. Radiohole's newest synthesis of cultural flotsam is sure to be bawdy, silly, possibly transcendent, and a touch disturbed.Videos