| an old Review from Feb 2014| Nestled in the bowels of the large, modern Hampstead theatre building is their downstairs venue, which seats only around 80 people in a really versatile space. For this show it's set up so that we face the other half of the audience with the stage between (I'm told this is known as a traverse stage). The Blackest Black is billed as an unconventional love story between a highly driven professional astronomer, Martin, and Abi, an excitable, slightly unhinged artist. The set is simple, decked out as a functional and organised control centre for an observatory which we soon find out is based in an Arizona desert. The play starts slowly as we see Chuck, a technician at the observatory methodically setting up the equipment while looking glum but focused. As he switches on monitors and machinery he places a CD of low key Americana into the stereo. Abi enters the room and quickly transforms the atmosphere appearing fickle, chaotic but slig...
Mr. English shares his (probably) unqualified opinion