INT DAY. AN ART GALLERY. AN ARTY COUPLE WALK THROUGH A DOOR MARKED, ‘FRUSTRATION ROOM’.
Man:
Oh, this is Frederick Zeigler’s new work – ‘Spudding’.
CUT TO SLOW ZOOM ON A MAN DRESSED ENTIRELY IN POTATO PEELINGS. HE IS GRIPPING A LARGE POTATO EXTREMELY TIGHTLY AND GRITTING HIS TEETH, GYRATING IN AN EXPRESSION OF APPALLING SUSPENDED FRUSTRATION.
Woman:
Wow, it really represents how contingent our thoughts are in relation to our inert bodies in times of political crisis.
Man:
I see it more as a deconstruction of agri-protest in an increasingly desertified and urbanised planet.
A SECURITY GUARD ENTERS AND LOOKS AT THE MAN HOLDING THE POTATO.
Security guard:
I think someone knicked his crisps.
ZOOM IN ON THE POTATO.
Voice of the potato:
Don’t take the piss, I’m starving up here.
FADE OUT WITH AN EXTREME CLOSE UP OF THE FACE OF THE MAN HOLDING THE POTATO AS HIS WAILS BECOME LOUDER.