In acclaimed English director Mike Leigh’s lengthy biopic of English artist J. M. W. Turner, the titular artist (Timothy Spall, whom millennials will recognize as Peter Pettigrew from Harry Potter) is an ogre through and through, all grunts, callousness and sexual abuse. How can paintings so sublime and beautiful come out of someone so low and ugly? Beauty, at least in its conventional forms, is scarcely represented in the film.