Review

Three white guys in suits, all wearing name tags, discuss the meaning of life in a garish hotel suite which stands in for a circle of hell. In a blasphemous misuse of talent, Spacey and De Vito play Larry and Phil, jaded and fading marketing foot soldiers who shill industrial lubricant and are looking for the big kahuna, the big deal which means redemption. Naïve, fresh-face, born-again Bob (Facinelli) thinks he's found redemption and is oblivious to his own pitch. The film is unfocused as it awkwardly attempts to deal with big issues without generating any real spark of connection. The characters are delivered in shorthand -- Larry glib, Phil wounded, Bob innocent -- in what feels more like a reading than an ensemble performance. There is just a hint of what was probably intended evident in the film's final sequences. Perhaps this work was more compelling in its first incarnation as a stage play; something must have motivated Spacey to co-produce and star in a film version. An interesting disappointment.