‘Who the $&% Is Jackson Pollock’


Teri Horton’s idea of a good time is drinking beer at the VFW; her idea of shopping is sifting through dumpsters behind Wal-Mart; her idea of art is Norman Rockwell. To the art-world elite, Horton is a plebian nightmare at worst, a kitschy curiosity at best. She’s also a spunky septuagenarian former truck driver and the heroine of this documentary, which chronicles Horton’s discovery of an alleged Jackson Pollock at a thrift shop and her subsequent battle with art experts to get the find legitimized. Horton enlists a forensic scientist to help prove authenticity through fingerprints, and while the forensics is marginally interesting, the most arresting piece of the film is Horton herself, as she asks of the art world, “Who the hell do they think they are?” Still, Pollock drags when Horton’s offscreen, and with its NPR-inflected narration and executive producer Don Hewitt, the film might have fared better as a PBS special.