SPOILER ALERT!!!! If you have not seen Sex and the City 2 do not look at the below ART-icle
I apologise if you ignored my warning and now know the entire plot after seeing and correctly interpreting the artwork/review
At my old house the drain pipe outside my window developed an incredibly loud, annoying and constant drip. Each night as its incessant noise began I would contemplate stabbing my ears with a pair of compasses to end the torture. I thought I would never be able to fall asleep within earshot of it but after what felt like hours and hours of pain I would finally drift off into a disturbed and exhausted sleep.
Despite days of tired ranting and weeping I could not convey to my friends the levels of pain, boredom, frustration and insanity that the drain was causing. It could only be expressed through art and that is why I have made this film, Sex And The City 2, to recreate every emotion that drain caused.
This is a photo, not of the artwork, which is the film, but of the old, rotting and broken drain which inspired it.
NB: The drainpipe’s dripping also had an unnecessary and annoying voice over, was filled with offensive opulence and sweeping generalisations of Middle Eastern culture and would sing amazingly cringeworthy renditions of ‘I Am Woman’ as its attempt to empower women. It also tried to prepare against the guaranteed criticisms of its lazy, lazy script by announcing that anyone who criticised it was just ’scared of women with a voice’… The drainpipe did this. In retrospect it was quite a unique drainpipe.