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...first to sample the Bellagio's attractions were several TIME staffers, who this week appraise the hotel and the city's attempts to draw a new audience to the desert. TIME's art critic, Robert Hughes, who surveyed the Bellagio's $300 million collection, which includes paintings by Picasso and Van Gogh, says the venue was no deterrent to enjoying some "very good" works. "I've seen art in restaurants," he says, "so why not in hotels?" Film critic Richard Corliss, who says he loves Las Vegas for its "concentration of kitsch," attended the opening-night performance...
WITH SPECIAL GUESTS Picasso and Matisse...
...Avenue facade without having fingers wagged in its face, why shouldn't Steve Wynn, the modern-day Mike Todd or P.T. Barnum of Vegas, the man with more clout in the gambling-and-hotel business than anyone alive with the possible exception of Donald Trump, run Van Gogh and Picasso on the billboard for his new flagship hotel, the Bellagio, which cost $1.6 capital-B billion to build and decorate and opens to the public this week...
...water's surface. The object of her affection requires love of a special magnitude and magnanimity. One has to concede at the outset that the ocean is too vast, deep and secretive to be completely known. It is capable of casual murder and filled with structures that make Picasso's dreams seem ordinary. More demanding still, it does not need you. Nothing on land can live without the ocean, yet the sea can do fine...
Bonnard's critics--including Picasso, who dismissed his art as "a potpourri of indecision"--have often made the mistake of treating Bonnard as a mere hedonist, with his beautiful color and apparent lack of conceptual underpinning. In this they have been wrong. There was nothing stupid or foolishly pleasurable about Bonnard's work. But Whitfield is right to see Bonnard as an elegiac artist: "He is not a painter of pleasure. He is a painter of the effervescence of pleasure and the disappearance of pleasure...