Just wondering if Visa knew how inspired the casting choice for voiceover was when they selected Mr. Inner Freak himself. (After the jump.) Of course, this plot twist wouldn't be complete without a little contextual madness. Clicking the article brings up this Responsibility Project takeover. Ouch.
Hey, when's the last time you hummed you some Cat Stevens? Now you can thanks to T-Mobile's myTouch 3G with full Google Googleness. (Song: If you want to sing out sing out.) Taking a break from Cougar Zeta-Jones, the battle between wireless carriers and browsers ramps up. (Spot below). T-Mobile has basically crafted a pretty smooth spot rivaling all things Apple. While one commenter on YouTube says "I would do Phil Jackson in a heartbeat," I'll just leave it at, um, I like the spot. Throw in a little Whoopie Goldberg and some Jesse James? Celebrity hat trick FTW!
Well, you never heard of Danish agency We Love People until now but they've done one thing nobody in the industry has that we know of: Run a TV spot for themselves on national TV. Desperate move or why didn't I think of that headslap? It's not that the spot is memorable (below). At most, it's thoroughly generic, safe and disposable, like the majority of consumer advertising here. But it is notable for the self-promo move, something that raises another issue with the industry here.
How long before American shops start advertising themselves that directly? The unwritten rule is/was that the work you do is your calling card. No agency would've left any type of signature on the work. But, times be changing and all, and maybe this is what small - mid shops have to start doing. An earlier tourist campaign by Red Tettemer included their name in the credits. Small move to test the waters perhaps.
Polygons per krundle people. Pick a sterotype and it's all her, here. Texas' own Beef and Sage created this trailer for the soon to be released gaming title Serious Sam HD from Croatia's own Croteam. They also have another version of this spot which will be released when this thread hits 100 comments. Won't you please help? (Below.) If you need to cleanse the palette, there's this real trailer too.
Who says your local government-funded automaker doesn't know how to blow your cash. Sure the economy affects everyone in time like these, but I suppose Cadillac is one of those brands that never gave a shit about how the economy was doing. Nor their drivers. Like any other high-end brand, if you can afford to drive one, you 're probably doing okay anyway. Which is a long way of saying I always hated car companies who run extravagant spots... in times like these. But I really like this one. (Below.) Taking a few cues from Colonel Steve Austin (YouTube it, youngins), Cadillac CTS Coupé mimics a NASA launch on the ground with some slick slickness and a nice space > Earth contour night vision inspired finish. Oh, the song? Lemon Jelly's "Space Walk."
Now, let's all go help Chrysler grab strife and do something as cool.
A spankin' new ad for Beatles Rock Band features the Fab Four alive and well, loitering with fans on Abbey Road. There's even an almost-convincingly-cut scene of George Harrison strumming alongside a kid with a Rock Band guitar.
The frothy setting -- utterly devoid of the angst that made them not-a-band-anymore -- melts into animated versions of the Beatles themselves, beating their instruments over the coloured Rock Band bars that tell you what string to hit. Song featured in the ad is Come Together off their Abbey Road album.
No strong feelings of disdain here; it's certainly a lot less callous than that one time Saatchi used All You Need is Love to sell diapers or the time Ben & Jerry's distilled the spirit of John Lennon in a hippie ice cream.
Oddly -- and we might change our minds about this later -- the ad made the notion of bringing the Beatles back as an animated pleasure-band a lot less traumatizing than watching a stilted cartoon Kurt Cobain play marionette for Guitar Hero. It's cheesy, sure, but it could have been a trainwreck.
Identity of the agency behind the ad remains a mystery for now. Word has it there'll be a reveal after the game comes out. Anyway, whoever you are, nice job; we'd be liars if we said the work lacked charm.
Three Olives Vodka, the folk that pimped the nation for its best O-face, is back with a triage of TV spots.
Each scenario is the same: a bespectacled male is subjected to pain. He doesn't react. Then he downs a shooter of the vodka, squeezes his little shoes together and O's his little heart out.
We're not really sure what New Yorkers read to give them that Big City somethin'-somethin', but NBC New York wants the crown for itself.
So it turned to Mother, which in turn conceived "Locals Only," a campaign that spotlights the website's granular take on the city. It's the spots that compelled us to visit the site, where we discovered it's a lot like HuffPo for deep-Manhattanites with a PG palate (more for NBC's sake, wethinks, than for the city's).
Yesterday's big story was a taser-toting robber grandma; today you've got a happy ending to a very old kidnapping story.
We also think the changing header -- "NBC New York [is intrigued by nude models]" -- gives it a personable touch, lending sass to a rag that, while not as gritty as NEW YORK POST, may well hold its own in the city's dense circle.
But enough about the site; let's move on to the weirdos. The punchline's cheap, and the news tidbits at the end feel a little shoehorned in, but the caricatures are wicked.
...I guess that makes sense, although the five spots featured for Discover's new "Get Back" campaign do occasionally, if feebly, try suggesting you can also "get back" buddy time and family time and youth.
But this really all just comes down to buy more shit.
By the nonetheless well-meaning folks at The Martin Agency. The brand isn't strong in the first place; it's only natural that the message be blurry in equal measure.
The Toronto Zoo has completed a brand-new habitat to accommodate the return of its polar bears. No, not sure where they're returning from, but it must've been some awesome digs because their just-finished gilded cage is 10 acres across and outfitted like the Tundra.
To promote the exhibit, Lowe Roche is disseminating this spot in which a square but well-meaning dude mistakes the habitat for the real thing, then penetrates it and goes off in search of adventure and meaning.