I can’t lie and say I have any unique insight into the Tutankhamun and the Golden Age of the Pharoahs exhibition. All I’ll say is that if you feel like taking a road trip to Philly (that’s as close as its coming to New York) you should go for it.
Sure, the Metropolitan and the Brooklyn Museum are considered to have the top two Egyptian wings outside of Egypt itself, so that does make the schlep for the big marquee exhibit feel a little silly. As does the Disney-esque psych-up movie they make you watch beforehand. And the Omar Sharif narration. And the giant sign outside the Franklin Institute which reads “King Tut” not “Tutankhamun.” And the tomb-like lighting, “eerie” music (more Eno than Egyptian) or the truly obscene gift shop. But, hey, you have a lot of people coming to this who never go to museums, so you have to be understanding. (Expect a crowd. A big one.)
So, is it worth it? The $35 tickets plus parking and tolls and everything else?
Sure, yeah, of course it is. It’s King Friggin’ Tut!
We took no pictures because they were pretty insane about security there. So my witty comments must be reduced just to these.
One: did you know Tutankhamun was really Michael Jackson?
Two: Did you know that one of Tut’s sacred emblems was a Journey album cover?
See? It’s like you’re practically there with me.
