As one YouTube denizen noted about this latest commercial for the Chevy Traverse,
"Baphomet and Minotaurs are two different things. Baphomet has wings and the head of a goat. A Minotaur is a bullheaded man."
I knew that. Of course, that was in response to the commenter before them that thought Baphomet was real. The What the...? factor x 10 is in full effect here. So is the push to convince you how great on gas it is. Timeout. Sure gas prices have dropped lately, but 24 mpg ain't that great. More importantly, is that really all you wish for in an SUV? Let's try a plasma TV, Slash riding shotgun on the way to his private party and never having to stop for gas along the way because it gets 110 mpg. Now we're done.
- Obama/McCain WeeMees! OhMG kyoooooot. Diggin' how the page reads, "Invite the presidential nominees to your Room." So naughty.
- Speaking of politics, that half-hour Obama ad pulled in an average household rating of 21.7. The top market was Baltimore, where it averaged 31.3.
- Still undecided? Sport it on your coffee cup. $10 says at least five election canvassers will make a beeline for you within minutes of exiting 7-Eleven.
- Zap bugs with Honda. Reminds me of a Stargate SG-1 episode where these giant bugs would prick you, then turn you into an egg sack.
For year two of the Detroit Institute of Arts' "Let Yourself Go" rebrand, Perich Advertising + Design tapped Head Gear Animation/Toronto to produce two spots:
o In "Son of Hatman," Hatman takes his son to the museum. Seeing the art makes them part of it.
I once saw a Tales from the Darkside episode with a similar premise: a guy on the lam runs into a museum and prays to be hidden inside a peaceful painting of a fisherman. But because he spends his prayertime looking at a picture of Jesus being crucified, that's where God puts him. Oh, horrors.
o In "Thinker," a stumped writer leaps off his perch and hits the DIA for inspiration.
Writer's block hurts, and while I'm sure forking over $8 to see other people's masterpieces must help, I find it hard to believe he didn't try drinking first. It's the path of least resistance. Cheaper, too.
Two av'rage Joes, Bergwood and Ham, kick off college football season by living large with the money Allstate saved them on car insurance.
Created by Leo Burnett, the campaign depicts them engaging in the decadent behaviour any red-blooded football fan would, if only he had the extra cash to burn.
With that said, watch with envy as they guzzle from a nacho fondue fountain, barbeque out of a trunk and, um, cross-dress.
Wanna join the tailgate? Visit Bergwood.net. The "Rivalry Central" link includes e-cards for friends that back lame teams -- and the Bergroll, a Bergwoodized Rickroll.
It breaks my heart to see this little boy fashion a monster out of clay, then wander around in search of someone who'll appreciate it.
Nobody does, and the boy wanders alone into the dark kitchen -- where, like magic, IKEA's Bjursta table produces a feast that brings his dispersed family members out of hiding. (Presumably to give him the love he so craves, but probably just so they can eat and run.)
In this spot from the same campaign, an Ektorp sofa liberates messy, popcorn-crunching couch potatoes in ways the outside world -- with its endless variety of VERBOTEN signs -- does not.
Simply-done and slightly magical, somewhat like IKEA. Produced by Outsider for agency St. Lukes Communications, client IKEA.
To promote the Minnesota Millionaire Raffle, Colle+McVoy illustrated idle daydreams with stop-motion animation. It's a tasty, quirky watch, sorta like the "Red Bull Gives You Wings!" ads.
o Roller Coaster Restaurant
o Cabin Island
I didn't always get what was going on, but maybe plotline comes second to replacing these imaginings with your own.
Each spot ends by reminding you the raffle sells out fast, so hurry: go burn hard-earned scrilla -- in the name of something you didn't earn at all.
During last night's Gossip Girl, The Candie's Foundation ran a commercial addressing teen pregnancy. As the camera zooms in on two teens making out in a car, Jenny McCarthy suddenly appears in the window and asks, "What are you doing?", before presenting the couple with one possible outcome of their backseat frolic.
- The US Army has released a list of new technologies that could be used to enable terrorism. Twitter, MySpace and Facebook make the cut.
- The recession's not real! And neither is your loneliness.
- Here's a fun little site. Click on a pair of shoes to see a luxe little ad -- er, "dream" about it. The image at left is for the Vinyl Mary Jane-looking shoes. The Ultra Girl Night Sky one is probably my favourite though: jelly shoes, underwater. How novel.
- You know you hate the new Pepsi logo almost as much as you hate the douche-tacular smile/grin logic behind it. Why not make a new one? Show Pepsi what it could've had for far less money than it probably spent.
America's going through a period of bottled water Puritanism. That is, it's officially out-of-vogue to hawk your (wastefully!) bottled H2O, unless you've got a green angle tied to it ... or you happen to be Evian.
But Mattoni doesn't just flaunt its water wares; it's downright decadent. See its refreshingly playful spot, where a despondent patron orders Mattoni water -- and gets a surprisingly lush response.
The English-speaking version is more brash and saucy, but I dig how the splashy dame steps right onto the table and caps the ad with her theatrically husky (read: dubbed-porn-ish) "Will that be with bubbles ... or without?"
Brava, Mattoni. By Black Mountain Studios VFX/Stuttgart and Velvet Mediendesign.
...and not just any person, but a middle-aged, jobless man with a receding hairline and a turtleneck. One of those kinds who likes talking about his feelings, and who goes into ecstasies when you scratch his neck.
Would that make you more likely to feed him meat-enriched cat food?
Betting that it will, TBWA/Toronto and Partners Film/Toronto bring back Hubert, the meat-craving Whiskas "cat."
Heh. Funny. Know what else is funny? Toe fetishes, petulant manchildren that wear diapers in secret, and executives that pay dominatrixes $250/hr. to suspend mousetraps from their nipples.