Pollock is confident, insightful work--one of the year's best films.

Harris genuinely seems to be at one with the character, and his movie is eerily alive.

The result is a harrowing film, impossible to "like" in any conventional way, hypnotically impossible to turn away from.

Irrespective of whether Pollock, as a movie, is any good -- and it is very, very good -- it's clear that Ed Harris was born to play the lead role.

Distinguished by its quiet, intelligent, admirably restrained approach and by two finely wrought performances from Harris and Marcia Gay Harden in the leading roles.

What Harris extracts from himself is nothing less than a psychological nude scene, sustained across two hours.

Pollock is that rare breed, a biopic that makes you want to learn more about its subject, as much as you can, as fast as you can.

Like its subject, Pollock is a messy creation, but one whose depth of commitment and high attack keeps it on track.

Harris convincingly creates one "Pollock" after another over the course of the movie.

Harris and Harden have real on-screen sympatico, in their nasty battles and good times alike.

The resulting film is a labor of love with all the strengths and weaknesses you might expect from such a designation.

Like other aspects of this film, the image may be a little too perfect, a little too careful.

Stands out among creative bio-pics for an ability to show art being made in a way that's as realistic and exciting as it's ever been on screen.

May be the first movie about a painter to transcend the gushy clichés found in movies that try to unravel the mysteries of artistic creation.