Pollock

I'm not big on drunks. Nor have I found much appeal in Pollock's paintings (or any Abstract Expressionism, for that matter). And I really don't like ponderous, clumsy screenplays. And I especially don't like assholes. In addition to being "Jack the Dripper," Pollock was, apparently, a mean drinker and a world-class orifice. I think you see where I'm going with this. Ed Harris's heart was in the right place here, but the presentation of Pollock's life is too choppy (one minute in the harrowing depths of boozing, the next up and taking the art world by storm), and the man has limited appeal due to his mountain of personal faults. A noble but failed experiment.