Ed Harris paints a striking portrait of this
talented artist/butt-hole. A docu-drama (with the
accent on drama), "Pollock" follows the ten last
years of the life of American abstract artist Jackson
Pollock who died in 1956.
It's a story of splashing paint, sobering love,
anger, self-doubt and spilt and broken liquor
bottles. Filmed in
one strong arch-like stroke that peaks in the middle
then splatters off the canvas in an untimely manner,
the production, like Pollock's life, feels truncated
Paced well, aside from a laboriously slow
introduction, Harris is intoxicating. Marcia Gay
Harden, as his lover, endless supporter, is as
steadfast as a whipping post. It's great to see Bud
Cort again (Harold and Maude) though his bright-eyed
smile too soon leaves the screen. Kilmer's brief
appearance adds little.
I loved the artistic moments of creation. Harris
staring at his shadow on a huge white canvas
(so huge he knocked
down a wall in his apartment to erect it). Harris
finally finds inspiration to contrast his stillness
with sharp confident motion pulling the emotions from
his chest to the end of his brush. Simply awesome,
When asked, "How do you know you're finished with
Pollock replies with a question, "How do you know
when you're finished making love?"
But more often than not, this portrayal captures a
bottle at the end of his arm, not a paintbrush. And
an unforgivably belligerent mood, that rushes like
red pigment into the lives of those around him.
Probably an excellent depiction ... if so, Jackson
seems a man, I'd have not enjoyed getting to know.
Hence, this intimate movie ... of me will not a