Don’t be fooled by the name: this is not some kind of Spielbergian dinosaurland. It’s far more interesting than that. Hidden behind an unassuming, windowless storefront, David Wilson’s Museum of Jurassic Technology presents itself as a repository of curiosities (opera singer Madelena Delani, who suffered from terrible memory failings), scientific wonders (a bat that can fly through walls) and artistic miracles (the so-called “microminiatures” of Soviet-Armenian refugee Hagop Sandaldjian, who painted impossibly tiny sculptures that fit within the eye of a needle with plenty of room to spare).
Fact is mixed with the fantastical, through the elaborate and beautiful treatment (dramatically lit vitrines, audiovisual displays) accorded to everything from the history of trailer parks to 17th-century Renaissance man Athanasius Kircher. Which exhibits, if any, are bona fide? Which, if any, are satirical? And, most crucially of all, does it matter? A subversive, witty and brilliant enterprise, the Museum of Jurassic Technology challenges the very nature of what a museum is or should be, while also taking its place as one of the most fascinating attractions in the entire city. Wholly unique and unreservedly recommended.
|Venue name:||Museum of Jurassic Technology|
|Address:||9341 Venice Blvd
|Opening hours:||Thu 2pm-8pm; Fri-Sun noon-6pm|
|Price:||$8; seniors (60+) $5; children (12-21) $5; children (under 12) free; unemployed $5; disabled persons $1.50; active service personnel (in uniform) $1.50|