The film starts as a conventional, if rambling, portrait of photographer Robert Frank but soon turns into a study of how the single-minded pursuit of the artist can affect the people around them. In Robert Frank's case, the loss of his two and only children feels like a consequence of an artist who turned himself into a camera, one that was empathetic but also dispassionate. It's also a study of a master growing old and being haunted by his own past. I would highly recommend this film but it wasn't easy for me to watch. As many people have said, it's often better to experience the art than to meet the actual artist.