The largest tobacco company in the world has a long history of generously supporting the arts so this cramped exhibition space came as an unexpected shock to me. At first, when I entered the building, I found the high-ceilinged, glass enclosed plaza impressive--if empty. Where's the art, I wondered, nevermind the other gallery-goers. Then I saw, tucked to the side, a small, cramped windowless space that's smaller than most folk's first New York apartment. Making matters even more disheartening, the work being displayed was of the soul-less, idea-starved and blandly conceptual sort. Even located as it is directly across from Grand Central Station, the Whitney Museum at Philip Morris isn't worth breaking your stride. Continue on your way.