Which is true, but her devotion to him is presented as fait accompli, we don't really see where it came from, or why she was willing to put up with his sullen shit, other than she thought he is a great artist. She did everything for him other than wipe his butt and paint - including subsuming he own career - what did she see in the prick? If he was charismatic, we don't really get a sense of that from the film.

Pollock's two-year period of sobriety and explosive creativity in his late-30s yields the success that he apparently cannot handle, and his precipitous five-year decline is depressing and pathetic. Krasner - for all her devotion - can't stop the drinking, refuses to have a child with him because he requires all her attention and energy, and Pollock's death at 44 of a car crash that also killed a friend of Connolly's character, bears the foul stench of suicide: which if it was, was also murder. He insisted on driving home from a party that he was too drunk to drive to, let alone home from.

Very depressing - many artists just suck as people. I was already aware of that. This film is very virtuous and does many things well, but it is low on the entertainment scale, showing too much of the degenerating human flesh that was Pollock without enough of the inner mounting flame of artistic genius that makes him interesting in the first place.