Which other Abstract Expressionist deserves a movie?

In 1981 I was in the Tate Modern in London and there was an incredible Pollock on display.

It's my opinion that you need to see a genuine Pollock to appreciate the work.

So... I was the only person in the room and I put up my hand to feel the loops of paint. And one broke off and fell to the floor.

I picked it up, tried to replace it, failed and fled for the exit.

I still have it. I keep it in an intricate mahogany and brass box.

On occasion I've shown it and told the story.