It looks like this enormous, contorted, textured basket. The exterior is really awesome and there are signs all over it saying not to smoke near it, aka please don't burn down our pavilion. It looks like it would go up in flames in seconds.
Inside, the walls are this sort of pliable rubber material and all the Chinese people freak out when they lean against it. The walls are not flat, more topographical and following the roly-polyness of the basket's exterior. The room is really dark and cavernous and I thought I was going to blindly kick over some kid. On the walls they project this awesome humungus movie accompanied by some amazing beats avant-garde-type music. The movie is of like galloping horses and sort of amorphous stuff. And then this collection of bones descends from the ceiling and just hang there. Then a flamenco girl (real one, not movie) comes out and does some really sexy dancing in front of the projections. At the end of the film, they show footage of some famous Spanish tennis player I didn't recognize. Every time he hit the ball, it caused a huge crack of thunder and lightning would flash through this room.
In the next room there were screens arranged in cool slanty panels and they showed lots of antique photos of Spanish couples and people. Lots of assorted footage, but all quite cool-looking.
The last room, the most famous, is the giant baby. You walk into this huge room, and there's just this huge fucking baby. It's animatronic and stands like, I don't know how big things actually are, but I would say 50 feet as a bad guess? It's made out of some really skin-like material and it doesn't emit any sound, it just sits there and moves its face like it's going to cry. The way the eyelids rumple is really convincing. No one knows why this baby is there, but I'm guessing the basket structure is some womb metaphor, which is funny because Japan's pavilion is also supposed to be a womb (theirs looks like some sort of sea creature.) The baby just sits and distorts its face and all these bubbles fall down around it.
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