The exhibit starts before you even walk indoors: the Neverland gates greet you and lead into a garden area full of statues. Statues of what? Children, of course! Children spinning in circles, one playing with a dog, another doing a hand stand, groups sitting in fountains... the man had a cool 50 statues on his property which must have been super creepy at night. Jackson's other items were indoors and the displays seemed endless: costumes, arcade games, regal furniture, commemorative plaques, stemware, Madame Tussauds wax figures (which will haunt me in my sleep), Peter Pan everything, an indoor swinging bench... it was all there and felt as though the exhibit over shared (perhaps I never recovered from the surplus of child statues).
My highlight: a painting by Macaulay Culkin, natch.
Biggest letdown: his famous glove, laying on a velvet pillow, was merely decorated with sequins, one step down from a Bedazzler and fell far short of all the late 90's 'bling' we're used to seeing on our pop stars.
Lesson of the day: Michael Jackson has way too much money to burn (any psychological analysis deserves its own post for which I have no mental energy after processing that train wreck of persaonl effects).