His only tools are the Iavalier microphone around his neck and the seamless snappy patter he casts like a spell over the few or none who drift by his booth to ogle. He is the pitchman and he sells what is needed by the people. Pitch completed, he packs his briefcase, checks out, and boards the train for the next town where he’ll make his next pitch. Shot in grainy, gray verité-style this film offers a clear view of the life and times of a pitchman.