Paris, 1964. Alberto Giacometti, the famous artist, bumps into his old friend, the American critic James Lord, and begs him to sit for a portrait as he has an interesting face. It’ll just take a couple of days in his studio. Lord is flattered by the request, but as the days go by and weeks turn into months with no end in sight, he realises his entire life has been hijacked by this erratic genius. The portrait continues to ebb and flow.
Veering between frustration and joy, Lord ultimately sees the logic of the artist’s chaotic mind, and together we witness a genius complete one of his last masterpieces.