A monument to ego. An immoral waste of money. I can't call it bad taste because I see no taste at all. The building is amazing to look at, from the outside, but if you wonder "how can that possibly work as an art museum?" you'll discover inside that it doesn't. Five floors connected in a slightly Guggenheim way by ramps. Crowded. Confusing. The collection consists of anything available for purchase in the years Carlos Slim was buying. There is some great stuff, a few, but mostly it's the worst paintings of bad artists, and then a lot of bad artists that have no good stuff. And all displayed together without critical judgment, "cats and monkeys barbershop" (I'm not kidding) right next to a Breughal. At least admission is free. If you want a Renaissance Madonna and Child with a clock in the middle don't miss the gift shop.
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