Liev Schreiber was attached to this production for some time, I believe, and he (or someone in his mold) would have been a smarter choice for Lenny. Esparza came off simply as playing at being menacing, and never really achieved the feat of making it seem natural or believable. I was aware of his "acting" from the first time he opened his mouth. His accent was a touch shaky, as well.
On the other hand, I felt that Best tapped into a wonderful primal sexuality with Ruth that made her utterly seductive. She's not the most obvious choice for the role, but she pulled it off with aplomb. In her first encounter with Lenny, she flawlessly handled the difficult emotional change that Ruth executes: going from a coy, agreeable woman to a firebrand in mere seconds. I'll concede that she was a little shaky during her first ten minutes or so, but fully came alive with that character shift and held my attention until the end.
McShane was brilliant, and also quietly heartbreaking. His reading of Max's final speech ("I'm not such an old man...") was about the best I've ever heard it done.
Daniel Sullivan's production is sharp and effective. He is not a director who reinvents the wheel, which works well for a play like this. He used Pinter's trademark silence wisely. The final tableau was striking and memorable.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body