Like Life, the century bending, gender bending, mind bending show at the Met Breuer which mixes ancient sarcophogai and a Sleeping Beauty with aplomb is a sculpture show that in juxtaposition of unlike delivers new ways of seeing. As with the Monet show at the Orangerie, another venerable institution wanting to spice things up and draw new crowds, the curators have thought big, very big, so big as to sometimes confound our definitions of sculpture per se.   The spare presentation is elegant and thoughtful, and without its more classic settings at the Met momma, the ancient or medieval works look surprisingly contemporary.  Some polychrome efforts of these earlier periods are so specific and lifelike, with eyes that truly see, that there is an uncanny spiritual effect, almost like a séance has summoned them back. A Pavlova head and a head of Christ take on a similar importance but that is to the good after all dancers can be like goddesses.  The decorative mingles with hardscape: Dorothea Tanning deconstructs poor Madame Bovary’s dresses she made out of curtains to impress Rodolfo, Kusama affixes colorful penile protuberances to the outside of a dress, Lucio Fontana makes gorgeous enameled crucifixes that look like necklaces.  This show has something for everyone, and dare I say, worthy of the $$$ the Met is now charging out of towners. While I was at the entry,  a local gave a nickel to get in.  And there you have their dilemma.