(Michael Feingold’s article appeared in the Village Voice, 1/12.)
Watching Adam Bock's new play, A Small Fire (Playwrights Horizons), I almost felt that he had written it to prove my often-repeated contention that we have, in New York, the best actors in the world. A Small Fire is a small play, tightly focused and written close to the vest, but its small virtues are numerous and meaningful; in retrospect, they begin to loom very large. And chief among those virtues is the daring that Bock's quiet, four-character, 80-minute play demands of its actors.