Here's a new series of GEICO commercials where the gecko gets stalked by a wildlife enthusiast. Watch him narrate for nature lovers while the green mascot goes about his business at libraries, golf courses, cafes and parks.
The safari fanboy is totally at odds with his surroundings, but he's got that wild, lovable Steve Irwin enthusiasm about him. My favourite is the spot where the gecko ditches him on the subway.
One point for beast; zero for man.
To distinguish itself from its older and heavier rival, Yellowbook reimagines itself as a kind of digital genie, bestowing not merely phone numbers but self-confidence and clean slates. Instantly.
This is not the first time a lower-back tat has been used to sell something it shouldn't. The VW Touareg, Livescribe and Office Max have tread that valley before (and left the ink stains to prove it). Lower still: Hyundai.
Back to Yellowbook. The campaign is called "Say Yellow to the Future" and was put together by Gotham. No word on whether you can muzzle your virtual concierge if you find him too invasive.
For its client Qwest, Draftfcb uses the common man -- and the common woman, and their common kids -- to appeal to their counterparts in your living room.
The campaign is called "Get in the Loop" and is not at all extraordinary.
It's hard to imagine an ad like this would compel you to buy seats to an Indians game. But you have to admire the players' focus despite such uninviting conditions. (The Yankees, in contrast, look flustered and pitiable.)
Alternatively, the bugs may just be flocking because the team never bathes, in which case it's easy to imagine the Indians are so "focused" because the bugs are part of who they are. Remember Pig-Pen?
Anyway, this spot is part of the Indians' "Are you in the Tribe?" campaign. The idea is to instill a sense of territorial pride in Clevelanders -- kind of an offshoot of MLB's Baseball Country effort.
This Dibs commercial depicts the giant lollipop's fall from grace. It starts out a snack food, becomes a hair remover, and ultimately ends life as blender fodder. Its sad descent is meant to highlight Dibs' desirability.
The ad also includes guest appearances from the "Will It Blend?" guy and some dude from ER.
loves likes this spot (albeit under the gentle influence of vodka and caffeine). I feel sort of nauseous: I'm at a cafe, and there are blenders, and something in the air really does smell like hairy lollipop smoke. But maybe that's just burnt coffee.
Tearing a page out of Dell's playbook, Mazda's latest spot features sinister robotic women with a minimalist sense of style. Watch as they pursue a cherry-red Mazda 3 with hive mind perseverance, then attack it with off-white paint.
The car sits a moment, bathed in the colour of hotel linens, then scrapes to a start and washes the world in red -- including its (possibly Vicodin-dazed) antagonists. The premise is to fight conformity ... but it looks like one monochrome universe just makes way for another.
Oh my. These ads for the Sci Fi channel make me want to adopt a sweet little potbellied alien. And name it Oliver. And maybe homeschool it.
The tagline: "Open your heart to science fiction. Adopt Sci Fi." Agency: BETC EURO RSCG 4D (thanks, in:fluencia!).
See the short version, but it's the long one that made me the suffer the angst of shedding genre prejudice. Anime overload, here I come.
InGrid Home Security recently tapped video site National Banana -- whose online offerings include "Gay 4 Obama" and "Spitzer Call Girl Resigns" -- to help build some saucy new ads.
See the results of the collabo on InGrid. The idea behind the spots is to compare InGrid's sexy "wired" home security with the cumbersome systems of yore. The out-of-touch dad/embarrassed-young-daughter gimmick was not lost on us.
I'm not really sure what to say about "Spare a Rib" for KC Masterpiece (agency: DDB, SF). I guess I'd argue that if some guy solicits you for food with a catchy chorus, then compels everyone around you to leap up and perform choreographed dance moves, you should probably leave, because that's some unnerving Pied Piper shit, and we all know how that story ended.
Oh, and nice touch with the ragey guy breaking his banjo over the anvil.
In specific, the Honda Pilot will steer you into the path of geriatric ballooning nudists, jetpack users and at least one guy trapped in a cement block. All will be male, and all will be slightly left of your comfort zone.
These unlikely Good Samaritan scenarios highlight the Pilot's merits: rearview camera, navigation with voice recognition and "surprising" fuel efficiency. None of that is terribly unique, but all of it is now lodged in my brain, if only so I can turn the ads into slow-night bar fodder.
But wait! There's print stuff too. See Youtility and Ride Ready, which are less creepy, but also less interesting. Agency: RPA.