As demonstrated in Marie Antoinette, Sofia Coppola is really good at making pretty productions, unfettered by complicated narratives. It's this quality that makes her such a fetching fashion advertiser.
We give you the Coppola director's cut of Miss Dior Cherie, an ad for Christian Dior's bopper-honing fragrance.
Fortified by Brigitte Bardot's beachy Moi Je Joue -- and by model Maryna Linchuk's Lolita-like coquettishness -- it's sublime, frothy and fun: the perfect cocktail for girls that haven't yet graduated to Chanel No. 5.
See prints here.
Ever on the lookout for sensory violations, Brentter's brought us Angry Whopper ads for the UK and Germany.
In case you need refreshing, Burger King recently announced the availability of its Angry Whopper in the US with this bizarre ad, where a farmer physically abuses an onion during its crucial growing stage.
As a result, the onion leaves the earth hotter than Satan's feet. Added to a jalapeno-infused Whopper, it spanks the mouth of any office cog who dares order it.
It turns out the Angry Whopper's been on the market in Europe since May, with ads obviously tailored to each culture. The UK spot is pretty tame -- an anger management teacher, who thinks she can "handle" her rage, doesn't handle it very well after taking a bite.
As for the German one? Well, it's Germany. Add a fetish, slip it in leather and give it a whip.
In an odd sort of reverse back stab, this new The Ladders commercial, Chairs, from Fallon delivers a confusing message. Confusing because The Ladders' purpose is to serve those with jobs in the $100K plus range. Not the little guy. The big guy.
So how do they explain that in this new television commercial? By shooting and lassoing the big guy and kindly letting all the little ones go free. A mixed message at best.
And, yes, we know it's a metaphor. Still.
"Purple is the new black," proclaims a PR guy in an emailed preamble about his love of grape juice, which has been "much maligned as a sugary kids' drink that can't be natural (what could possibly be that purple, right?)."
In that manic light, Welch's, whose purple is 100% au naturelle, enlisted "food scientist" Alton Brown of the Food Network's Good Eats program.
Behold as he vindicates Welch's time-tested, suspiciously picturesque juice production practices. ("At Welch's, squeezing CON-cord grapes into natch'rel juice releases TONS of anti-awx-idants called ... po-lee-fee-nols.") He even takes time out of his day to teach us the Latin name for the Concord grape. (Veetis Labrewsca, baby.)
Boy does that ad work up a thirst. As well as a curious craving for Eucharist bread. "Uh-maaaay-zing little fruit." Thanks for your endorsement, Alton Brown!
To promote a marathon of The Discovery Channel's top shows, CA Square put together "Best of Discovery," a montage of clips where men get slapped, crocs are wraastled bare-handed, bugs get eaten live, and things are inevitably blown up.
Also, I'm pretty sure somebody got struck by lightning.
In his sauciest, most vigorous key, the narrator promises "more thrills, more explosions, more dirt ... more INSANITY." Curious? The marathon kicked off this week. No worries if you missed anything; it lasts for 13 days.
Oh look! There are going to be advertisers in this year's Super Bowl. Joining the list, for the first time, is Teleflora which will use its Super Bowl commercial to highlight its Valentine's Day offerings. Because for some reason, flowers delivers unboxed are better than those delivered in a box, that's what the commercial will highlight with a box of flowers asking the woman ito whom it was given, "Have you ever considered rhinoplasty?"
The commercial's tag will read, "Don't send flowers in a box. You don't know what they'll say." While that potentially could come off as funny but, really? A talking box of flowers? Rhinoplasty? Unboxed flowers better than boxed? Damn, that's a lot for a guy to take in. It's hard enough just buying the flowers.
So guys, you might want to leave the room when the commercial airs giving you plausible deniability when you fail to deliver your woman a nice (unboxed) bouquet on V Day.
In '07, Scion seduced us with dark wit and gothic charm. Then, in '08, the company took an unexpected sharp turn down Lackluster Lane, barraging us with "limited edition" cars and other cheesy gimmicks.
(By way of explanation, a company rep said Scion's Little Deviants effort -- where "sheeple" are violently attacked by imps in custom cars -- upset a few crucial people.)
After setting up its first-ever 4G wireless broadband network in Portland, Clearwire tapped Secret Weapon Marketing to promote its merits: better internet speeds, broader coverage.
The result was a series of irreverent prints -- and "Sprinkles," a TV ad that compares wireless coverage to cupcake sprinkles. (Rivals are represented by a stingy sprinkling; meanwhile, Clearwire's coverage deluges the bakery with diabetes-inducing hail.)
"Welcome to the future," the narrator says smugly.
The industrial pollutants in the World Wildlife Federation's "Light Bulb" ad are only tired toys. But these miniatures -- small things we can easily control -- still convey the helplessness environmentalists feel when faced with oversized, eco-negligent businesses.
"Light Bulb" concludes with a male doll holding an energy-efficient light bulb. "You're doing your part," the ad assures us. "It's our job to help government & industry do theirs."
This message of gentle aggression is fast replaced by the image of a panda, an animal known to unfailingly melt hearts -- or in extreme conditions, cause brain explosions.
So what happens when an illustrator and an extreme sports athlete get together? Strange snow swimming creatures are created which morph like the proverbial fish that emerged from the sea and grew legs.
In this new Martin Agency-created, Superfad-produced, Pierce Gibson-illustrated commercial for ESPN's Winter X Games "live-action, 3D, illustration, and stop-motion ... track the evolution of a trick from its inception in the snow to its thrilling culmination on the course."
Seriously, anything can be a sport these days.