With kids, it depends on the day.
Whether this moves you or just queues you depends entirely on temperament. If you respond to a life told as an arc — the dark Potato Eaters giving way to the late, almost vibrating yellows — the impasto in person genuinely lands in a way no print does, and the Wheatfield with Crows at the end can stop you cold. If you mainly want a famous painting ticked off, the peak-hour conveyor belt will feel like a queue. The catch: it sells out days ahead, timed slots only.