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<font size="2"><p>Movie Review
<font size="4"><br>Pollock</font>
<br>by David Ng</font>
<p><i><font size="6"><b>P</b></font>ollock</i> could have been a bad movie in so many different ways. It could have been overblown or overly reverent, or the reverse, cynical and determined to humanize its subject at all costs. It’s none of these things. In his directorial debut, actor Ed Harris took a big risk in giving us the full spectrum of man whose parts don’t harmonize neatly into a package we can understand. His portrayal of Jackson Pollock, one of the giants of twentieth century art, is as inexplicable, dense, and oddly beautiful as the drip paintings for which he is so famous. Neither disappearing into the role nor shaping it around himself, Harris becomes Pollock’s accomplice, establishing with his audience the same complex, messy relationship Pollock had with his wife, the artist Lee Krasner (Marcia Gay Harden). Like Krasner, we know we are in the presence of a strange creative force, one that we cannot fully know but whose tireless energy and amazing output inspires us to hold on for the long bumpy ride ahead.
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