Most movies about artists are high on the corn factor, with few capturing the sense of the person or the understanding of their work. Ed Harris’ new movie of Jackson Pollock is different. “What we’re witnessing isn’t a succession of exploding cars, but an utterly convincing release of pure feeling deployed with the concentration and discipline of a natural athlete executing an unparalleled feat after years of preparation. There’s also an added element of magic, of conjuring, as something emerges out of nothing, and the blank canvas at Pollock’s feet is transformed into a thickening, swirling, emotionally charged tangle of color.” – New York Times