Something Smells. Funny. (aka Beans Beans, they’re good for your art)
Obviously, I love everything about this poster.
I love that it tells us someone has created a musical comedy that not only includes farting, but is apparently about flatulence itself. I love that they’ve set it in Paris, and that they’ve built an entire play on a fourth-grade-mentality insertion of an “F” in front of “Artiste.” I love that he’s got one, pullable finger raised, as if to say, “Hold on, the best is yet to come!” I love that it is hanging in the window at Kings supermarket. I love that the review at the top of the poster, from The New York Post (that paragon of theatrical and cultural criticism), mentions that “The Fartiste” is “…strangely touching.”
It would have to be a little strange, wouldn’t it?