
Final Portrait

Paris, 1964. The Swiss sculptor and painter Alberto Giacometti, one of the most accomplished and respected artists of his generation, asks his friend, the American writer James Lord, to sit for a portrait, assuring him that it will take no longer than two or three hours, an afternoon at the most.
On the surface, this feels like a slight piece of filmmaking. Yet, like any great art, it is also finely nuanced, with much to enjoy beyond face value.