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Picasso at the Brooklyn Museum: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

The art and artists do the heavy lifting while the curators, among them an Aussie comic, go trite and tiresome.

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Pablo Picasso, Faun Revealing a Sleeping Woman, 1936, aquatint on laid paper with deckled edges on all sides.

Brooklyn Museum, gift of The Roebling Society in honor of Jo Miller and Designated Purchase Fund

It’s Pablo-matic: Picasso According to Hannah Gadsby is the new, much contested exhibition at the Brooklyn Museum. I like the Brooklyn Museum. It’s had a crazy trajectory over its 125-year history. It has morphed from a staid high-establishment museum in a McKim, Mead & White pile to cutting-edge, bleeding-edge, and populist adventures, perennially broke, now woke, with a lovely collection, and what I think is a needed role in the reappraisal of Pablo Picasso (1881–1973) 50 years after his death. Pablo-matic isn’t a bad — or awful or seditious or dumb — exhibition. It’s worth seeing.

“Pablo Picasso, like our audiences, can handle complexity,” said the museum’s director, Anne Pasternak, as scalding reviews poured from that Parnassus where critics scribble. The museum’s digital communications director wrote, “Come at us, haters.” One of the curators said male critics felt threatened to the point of twisted knickers.

Brian T. Allen

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Brian T. Allen

Brian T. Allen is National Review’s art critic.

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