If ever there was a year to make a theatergoer want to resurrect the old counterculture slogan “Small is beautiful,’’ this was it.
In New York, the bloated, steroidal spectacle known as “Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark’’ finally opened. Even though “Spider-Man’’ was large in every way - cost, cast, hype, controversy, calamity, box-office lucre - the musical by Bono and The Edge ultimately spun nothing more than a web of tedium.
By contrast, tiny theaters hereabouts spun gold.
Not always, but often. Enough so that as 2011 draws to a close, a host of productions by small or fringe theater companies in Boston, on the Cape, and in the Berkshires occupy a secure place among the year’s most memorable events. The plays unfolding in these snug venues were often challenging, even daring, while the casts - whose collective salaries probably wouldn’t match Bono’s annual budget for sunglasses - invariably threw themselves into their performances as if the fate of the American theater depended on it.
