A few pretty-bad Picassos. A couple of even-worse-than-usual Pollocks. A typically pretentious/worthless Rothko. And those were the high-lights!
Well, OK - there was a mildly interesting room full of Kandinsky.
But, seriously, once you've taken the escalators to the top floor and looked around, you've seen the best you're going to see here.
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