YO WHAT'S HAPPENING, my name's Eddy B Frankel and I'm the god damn art editor here at Time Out. That's right, me. Eddy B Frankel: art editor. That means I get to make a list of my favourite shows of the year, and you get the pleasure of looking at it. Here it is, read it and weep.
The Infinite Mix at 180 Strand
The Ethics of Dust at Houses of Parliament
Abstract Expressionism at The Royal Academy
Donna Huanca at Zabludowicz Collection
Anselm Kiefer at White Cube
Jeff Koons at Newport Street Gallery
William Eggleston Portraits at the National Portrait Gallery
Animality at Marian Goodman
Yayoi Kusama at Victoria Miro
Robert Rauschenberg at Tate Modern
Zaha Hadid at The Serpentine
Molly Soda at Annka Kultys
Bruce Nauman at BlainSouthern
And the worst...
As a rule, we don't really review things that we think are terrible – our job is to recommend great things for you to see, not exercise our own egos by being mean about exhibitions. But some shows are too big to not cover, or might be something that people have to pay a fair amount of money to see, and then we have an obligation to knock 'em down a peg or two. Here's what I thought were the worst shows of the year. Yeah, loads of people loved the Kjartansson show, my colleague Matt even gave it four stars, but that shit sucked.
South Africa: The Art of a Nation at the British Museum
Does trying to sum up the entire artistic production of a whole country in a five-room exhibition sound like a good idea? No. It doesn't.
Bill Viola at St Paul's Cathedral
Overblown, over-the-top and over-cooked, but still Bill Viola's installation in St Paul's manages to be totally eclipsed by its surroundings. It's enough to turn you into a satanist.
Björk Digital at Somerset House
Take away the already very dated-looking virtual reality technology, and this is just a really boring show of music videos that you could watch on YouTube.
Ragnar Kjartansson at Barbican
The only idea happening here is 'find something to do, and then do it for a really long time', over and over again. Aesthetically and conceptually, this show made my face hurt.