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From: Gilbert Kavorna-Pender Category: Art Date: 12 February 2009 Time: 05:01 AM Review: The Tate Britain frequently gets hoisted by a petard too far, Rothko is not the protaganist here, the mercenary sales machine at Tate Corporate, like tolerated nocturnal vermin are getting bolder each passing moment, the desire for "through-put" (their words) of a Gormley worshipping congregation wanting to splash cash in the "bookshop", the useless cafe or the ludicrously expensive restaurant frequently ensnares the more contemplative beauty requiring a lower pressure than the sensationalism of popularist trash. Emporer Rothko needs space not enforced crowd control, a few at a time is no good for the Seagram Murals and other great works, some not often seen in the flesh. My advice get in early in the day before all the screaming cannon fodder have topped up on fun-food burger bap cheap day pampers, the show costs £12 mind, so don't blow your money, be outside at 10.am waiting like a Grotowskian Clown on a Futurist Tortoise. This is a Religion that delivers!