From Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman to Mamet's Glengarry Glen Ross, playwrights identify with salesmen. Roger Rueff's entry in this mini-genre also started life as a play, about three salesmen waiting for a potential client in a hotel hospitality suite.
The acting is generally strong - DeVito is the understated, authoritative anchor of the piece while Peter Facinelli is quietly skilled as the young, devout Bob. If there is a weak link, it's Spacey, who revels in the showier role of the highly-strung Larry but lacks the conviction of the other two.
The problem is that Swanbeck's film never escapes its theatre roots. The claustrophobic setting is partly responsible, but the fault is mainly down to the overt three-act structure, overwritten dialogue and lack of cinematic flair. One for theatre fans, not film fans.