Geoffrey Rush so excels at playing real-life figures... that one welcomes the very idea of him as sculptor and painter Alberto Giacometti.

Stop me if you've heard this one before (no, seriously. stop me). A depraved creative genius is on a quest to find artistic value in living, treating everyone around 'him' like sh*t in the process.

It's always interesting to ask artists how they know their work is finished. Whatever else goes on this "Final Portrait," Tucci captures that struggle perfectly.

In its ordinariness, in its bemused honesty about the very real business of having the nerve to plunk one's self down and think anybody cares enough to eventually look and then making something from start to finish, it's better than what we're used to