So the whole Susan Boyle Britain's Got Talent thing has been peripheral to us and for good reason. We already have American Idol fever right? And besides, the whole thing was yet another indication all we care about is what people look like and not what's inside them or what sort of talent they may have.
This frumpy looking woman walks on stage and she's instantly judged some sort of loser because she's not beautiful and young and perfect. But as soon as she opened her mouth, everyone had to eat their cynicism and come to the realization we place way too much importance on exterior appearances.
Dressed like a refugee from the Slytherin arm of Hogwarts, ex-French soccer captain Zinedine Zidane pursues the truth about Barcelona player Lionel Messi, who "runs like sparks fly, like flint on stone."
Zidane melodramatically narrates the tale while brandishing a lighter, which he eventually passes to another shadow-shrouded man -- his Jedi master? -- after failing, albeit in his first attempt, to verify whether the "legend" is true: that Messi's talents are the result of a nasty childhood accident involving dislodged telephone pole wire and electrical shock.
(*shakes head, bemused*)
Last year California passed Prop 8, which bans same-sex marriage within the state. The months preceding its formalization were trying ones for our gay friends in the Sunshine State; one of them even scanned freeways in pursuit of Prop 8 signs to vandalize.
In the months since, the climate surrounding Prop 8's gotten feverish. Fresh faces are leaping onto the revocation boat with the birth of a new campaign, No H8, advocated by duct-taped and facepainted social celebrities like Lacey Schwimmer, Perez, B. Scott, Calpernia Addams and Tila Tequila (at left) -- whose A Shot at Love series was labeled the first-ever bisexual dating show. =P
Yesterday California's Supreme Court released its decision about whether to uphold the controversial law. We found out this morning that it remains intact, which means you can expect a few demonstrations wherever they can be organized. I'm also pretty sure the aforementioned celebs will be tearing the tape off their faces and going on blast.
Worth noting: same-sex marriages that occurred before the ban will still be recognized, but try saying that at a cocktail party full of Evangelicals.
Behind-the-scenes vid for No H8, and more photos, are available at the campaign website.
So yesterday, we yawned and practically fell asleep after watching one of Danica Patrick's new Boost Mobile commercials. Today we experienced an entirely different reaction. And it wasn't pleasant. In fact, we had to run to the toilet and puke after watching Danica sign some "great racks" in another iteration of the TV campaign.
"What You think this is wrong?", asks Danica. Yea, we do, girl. We really do. Reverse stereotypes be damned. Let the women wear the miniskirts, high heels and bikinis. We're quite fine with men wearing completely unstylish pit crew ump suits. Anything. Just can they please keep their clothes on?
"Kevin Garnett: All-Arounder" elevates HP's ongoing campaign, "The Computer is Personal Again," to heights of chill elegance.
In the early work, the contents of celebrities' computers were manifested between their two hands, divulging the creativity and personality that lives inside a well-worn hard drive.
This time around, Kevin Garnett casually saunters through a habitat of interests, calmly suspended in mid-air, waiting for the illuminating touch of his hand. In addition to getting a voyeuristic view of his projects, you get a sense of the eclectic pursuits that compose one person.
Ozzy Osbourne appears in his third (or fourth?) Samsung spot, this time for the Alias 2.
The aforementioned handheld boasts snazzy E-Ink technology that enables the keyboard to right itself no matter which way you're holding the phone: sideways or upright. It's pretty cool actually. But Ozzy freaks, starts murmuring "Samsung voodoo," lifts up his cross and leaves.
Soon after, a scientist attempting to pursue him and explain the technology is Tased for a really, really, really long time.
Jurassic 5's Chali 2Na brings narrative weight and a forceful, poetic pace to "The Inner Workings of a Creator," a deconstruction of NBA Rookie of the Year Derrick Rose.
Rose is frozen in space. Sections of his body are highlighted and zoomed as 2Na describes what makes the wunderkind tick: yo-yo magic, and a Peregrine falcon, among other things. (Seriously though? Falcons don't eff around. See one take a deer.)
Note how Rose's high-top sneaks are targeted twice.* That's because this piece is for Adidas' "Impossible is Nothing" campaign, a nice transition from the Beijing Olympics subset, which was equally epic and also animated, albeit to a totally different tune.
These particular illustrations are by FreeDarko for agency 180LA. See related material at the Adidas Basketball website.
And that's all Intel has to say about that. Oh, and as an addendum: "Our rock stars aren't like your rock stars" -- which is also the name of this campaign, which we so far think is fantastic, because we're members of the Revenge of the Nerds! techieverse.
Big thankee to Adrants reader David for this bad-boy.
Samsung enlists the head of the Osbourne household yet again to debut its Jack personal assistant handset.
In the spot, Ozzy makes almost-funny jokes about how the phone is more attuned to his needs than previous human assistants, which respectively had hearing problems (for obvious reasons) and kept odd hours (the daytime ones).
It is surprisingly not horrible. But in the event that brands race out right now with a mad hankering to book a seat on the Ozzy train, we're at pains to remind you he's got a full docket: World of Warcraft's already aboard, plus Samsung's planning still more spots.
The one-time dauphin-of-Darkness must be a helluva prince to work with.
Nicole Kidman revisits her Moulin Rouge days in a Schweppes ad where both innocence (personified by a smiling Indian girl) and sexuality (personified by a beguiled house-hubby) vie for her attention.
Ultimately, the fizzy water wins.
Whatever, man. The piece fell into our laps via @tamega, and marks an odd departure from Schweppes' previous focus points: sophisticated cowboys and gluttons for Commander Whitehead.