Pollock
TIFF [2000]
(USA, 2000) 119 minutes
Cast: Ed Harris, Marcia Gay Harden, Amy Madigan, Jeffrey Tambor, Val
Kilmer, Jennifer Connelly
Written by Barbara Turner and Susan J. Emswhiller, based upon "Jackson
Pollock: An American Saga" by Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith
Directed by Ed Harris
THE STORY:
Temperamental Jackson Pollock lives with his brother's family
in a small apartment in New York in the late 40s, and has two passions
in life: painting and alcohol. He is sought out by young fellow artist
Lee Krasner, who is putting together a gallery show and is aware
of Pollock's growing reputation. The two begin a romance, and soon,
Pollock is courted by renowned art critic Clement Greenberg and curator
Peggy Guggenheim. When he invents the technique of Action Painting,
he becomes a sensation in the modernist art world and soon, eschews
the spotlight by reverting deeper and deeper into a rage of drink, women,
and self-destruction.
ROBERT L's REVIEW:
Ed Harris' longtime pet project is another noble, warts-and-all
expose of one of this century's most revolutionary and enigmatic artists,
and like so many other biopics, it succumbs to the same unwieldy imbalance
of biographical restaging and melodramatic conjecture that one can see
in countless Movies Of The Week (and which has crippled everything from
"Man Of A Thousand Faces" to "Backbeat").
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I wish it had relied more the specifics of how Abstract Expressionism
impacted 50's America and less on dreary domestic squabbling, but the
uneven "Pollock" still earns my recommendation for the way
in which Harris captures the vision of a man who perceived the canvas
much as a movie screen--as arena for movement, conflict, and confronting
one's demons.
A cast of uniformly solid and reliable character actors, including
Harris' real life companion Amy Madigan as Peggy Guggenheim, and a goofy
Val Kilmer as Willem de Kooning, do little more than efficiently tolerate
Harris' many booze-fueled bouts of screaming, swearing, kicking over
furniture, and howling like a baby. Marcia Gay Harden, however, matches
Harris scene-for-scene as Pollock's wife and fellow artist Lenore Krasner,
whose love and support for her rotter of a husband frequently compromised
her dignity and own artistic career.
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Pollock perfected a technique he termed "Action Painting"
in which he dripped paint over the canvas and literally attacked the
surface with his brush. He believed the ACT of painting was as important
as the finished work, and it's when Harris recreates these extended
moments that the film is most arresting. No cutaways, no dissolves--the
way in which Harris channels the artist's mindset is uncanny (you can
almost see a metamorphosis come over him), and far more of an performance
pinnacle than the scenery-chewing drunken rages and pot gut he sports
later for Pollock's final days away from the spotlight.
No word on a release date yet, but I've read of a selected-city run
in late December to qualify for the Academy Awards. Far too unsentimental
for the Academy, and too intimate and leisurely paced for the Xmas movie
season, "Pollock" will likely find its target audience on
cable and will hopefully fuel a revival of interest in the artist's
work.
- Robert
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