There are moments early in the domestic vignette Rabbit Hole, starring Nicole Kidman and Aaron Eckhart as a couple estranged by that which shall not be spoken, when they seem like cousins of George and Martha in Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Wrenching, poignant, and quietly healing, John Cameron Mitchell's adaptation of David Lindsay-Abaire's Pulitzer Prize-winning play soon reveals what has come between the tightly wound Becca (Kidman) and the unraveling Howie (Eckhart).
They have lost a child. Rather than bring them together, mourning isolates them. Becca is angry and rigid, a fist slamming the world. Howie is grief-stricken and slack, wanting to be scraped up from the floor. He will not be her punching bag. She will not be his warm embrace. They will not comfort each other. She is inconsolable; he wants to be consoled. Their silence is deafening.