I found the Tate to be as ho-hum as the contemporary section of Paris’ Pompideau. The main show here is a survey of Roni Horn. Very effete and her work is so personally self-indulgent that I felt ripped-off paying to witness a wasted artistic career.
In the main Turbine Hall is an installation by Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster called TH.2058 which postulates London’s response to 40 days of never ending rain. It is a time when monumental sculptures are brought indoors along with reading materials and bunk beds for the saturated inhabitants. A giant movie screen plays a pastiche of cuts from Fahrenheit 451, Zabriskie Point, The Last Wave, Soylent Green, THX 1138, etc. The whole of the Tate Modern experience can summed by this huge 2001 sculpture by Maurizio Cattelan.