vertical typography — Neon portrait over gigantic yellow title

A photographic action-comedy poster in a loud neon-punk style, exploding with acid yellow and magenta. The background is a flat, vivid yellow field splattered with black and magenta paint drops, ringed by a rough magenta grunge border. An adult man with tousled dark hair and a scruffy beard fills the center of the frame from the chest up, staring directly at the viewer with wide, manic eyes. His face is spattered with blood and small cuts, and a trickle of blood runs from his hairline. In each raised hand, flanking his head, he grips a nail gun modified into a pistol, both weapons covered in white marker doodles, one showing a partially legible hashtag slogan and the other arrow motifs. On the left side of the frame, the left gun points upward beside his temple. On the right side of the frame, the right gun mirrors it, its doodles slightly clearer. He wears a black zip-up hoodie, its dark mass anchoring the lower half. In the upper-right corner, small pink text reads "WATCHING NOW" above a larger pink viewer count, styled like a livestream overlay. Scattered across the yellow field, fragmented pink chat-like phrases appear, one clearly reading "I GOT MONEY ON THAT" on the right side while others are clipped or partially obscured. Along the left edge and the bottom edge, columns of tiny red code-like text run vertically, resembling a corrupted data feed. Across the lower third, gigantic distressed yellow block letters spell the title, reading as the placeholder "TITLE", in a grunge stencil style overlapping the black hoodie. The letters' edges are eroded and speckled with black. The lighting is flat and blaring: a hard frontal flash-like key light blasts the face and guns with punchy highlights, leaving almost no shadow, which heightens the poster's garish, screen-glare energy. In the upper-left corner, the yellow field carries a faint red fragment of another word, too clipped to read. Black splatter marks cluster around his shoulders like static. Near the center of the frame, his direct gaze locks the composition together. No credits block appears on the poster. In the lower-left corner, a large black ink blot spreads across the yellow. Overall, the poster balances the manic central portrait against the chaotic graffiti of overlays and splatter, an acid-yellow-magenta-and-black palette, a hyper-saturated digital-punk photographic style, and a mood of unhinged, livestreamed mayhem.