I don't know why advertisers risk putting up posters in the subway stations here in Manhattan. It's a blank canvas for shenanigans. There will inevitably be the smarty pants with a Sharpie scribbling devil horns and a Hitler mustache on the guy advertising free syphilis tests at the downtown clinic. It's going to happen.
Occasionally vandalism borders on art. Such as this gem that was photographed in the 14th Street station recently. I am sure the kid that did it is a legend among his peers in his New Jersey high school.
For M. Night's "The Penis," I have no interest in learning what the twist ending is at the end of the film.