Good movies — or, perhaps, it is better said “true” movies — about artists are few and far between. Narrative films, particularly when they take on historical figures, are either prone to hyperbole or favor hyperbolic artists. From Charles Laughton galumphing his way through “Rembrandt” to Kirk Douglas chewing the scenery alongside Anthony Quinn in “Lust for Life” to Salma Hayek glamming it up as “Frida,” movies about painters and sculptors tell us more about artistic stereotypes maintained by the broader culture than about the workaday lives of creative individuals.