"The eloquence of the unspoken." Words as weapons of defense. Yeah, but the supersaturatedness of the words, the deadlock of menace, the unbearable implicatedness of being, and of being a family, and of being a family of scumbags who hate each other, fills the play up and freezes it, makes it a work of timing and spaces and paradialogue. Not that any of that's bad--it just means that, while I can see this, like a thugged-out Waiting for Godot, being devastating on stage, heartbreaking, obscene, on the page it comes across as just a little bit . . . insouciant. ( )