OK, so Chicago Lake liquors is an "urban" liquor store with low prices. Why? Because "urban" people can't afford higher prices? Because suburban white people are cheap and have no problem traveling to "urban" space to get their freak on? Because you can never get enough Crystal or Hennessy?
Aside from all those potential cause group-style alarm bells, this campaign for Chicago Lake Liquors from Brew is not afraid to go all Vanilla Ice on us with every over-done white-guy-goes-black tactic in the book.
We're just waiting for the spoofs on "Break the Monotony," a campaign for SPAM -- yes, the meat whose identity you can never quite peg -- put together by LAIKA.
See "Bored Room," which depicts bread slices in a meeting, falling gradually into comas, until SPAM leaps in, Kool-Aid Man-style, and crashes the party.
Tim Gunn knows a thing or two about fashion. By association, he knows a thing or two about laundry detergent. Strike that. He only knows what Tide pays him to know. In a recent Tide Total Care commercial, Tim touts the anti-fading qualities of the product.
Taking Tim's Tide claims to task is Consumer Report's Theresa Panetta who examines the commercial's claim Tide won't fade clothing after 30 washes. After testing the claim against two other detergents, Consumer Reports found Tide Total Care faded a test dress "just a little bit" compared to All Small and Mighty.
But the big insight was discovering the third detergent, Tide 2X Ultra Coldwater, did just as well as the other Tide detergent, Total Care, at half the price.
So while Tide's commercial claim is technically true, they'd rather us not know they make another product that does just as ell but costs half as much. Greedy bastards.
We've heard it said that we'll always be about five or six years old in the eyes of our parents -- no matter how much we accomplish, how old we really get, or where on our bodies our hair starts to grow.
Which is why this campaign for UK-based Fairy hits home in a manner both awkward and charming. Each spot depicts a generic Gen-Xer getting infantilized by his mom, who despite old age (and complete senility?) hasn't lost any of the maternal instincts she possessed in the prime of motherhood.
There's something about stop-motion vegetable videos that: 1) soothes us, and 2) convinces us anything the associated brand says is true, including the oft-repeated lie that the food involved is fresh.
Not that we're in any position to judge the freshness claim tied to Qdoba's handmade burritos, which we've never tried and which actually look appetizing, actually. Would be nice to sink our jaws into some cheesy beans and warm tortilla right now.
Work by Amalgamated, best remembered by us for its final-frontiersy attitude toward bodily fluid's true colours.
"It's Carl's Jr. It's huge." Carl's Jr., thanks you, Audrina Patridge. After all, every guy likes to be called huge. OK, so you were talking about why you chose to appear in the chain's latest commercial in this behind the scenes look at the commercial's shoot but still.
So you needed a break from your The Hills gig. That's cool. We're fine with that. But there's just no way anyone is going to top the original Paris Hilton version of this hottie-eats-a-burger-in-a-bikini thing.
OK so while you can see it coming early on, it takes what seems to be an eternity for this commercial to reach it's not so unfunny conclusion. There's nuns. There's a penis. There's some glue. And there's some girlish giggling. See if you can see it coming.
John Shuttleworth appears in this BMB-created ad for Yorkshire Tea, just pompous enough to nicely serve up the ad's two themes: tea and Yorkshire, whose inhabitants are "a joyless lot," says Sell Sell.
New York Pizza, which is not in New York, is out with another strange commercial just in time to be compared to the recent Miller commercial, featuring Sopranos actor Frank Vincent, which was derided for perpetuating Italian stereotypes. In the commercial, we see the stereotypical mafioso type who's "got other businesses" envision a "Damn Hot" promotion that, in the end, doesn't go so well.
After surprising a little boy, pleasing dad and shocking mom, New York Pizza's Rollergirl gets lost, hangs with prostitutes and ultimately gets arrested. At which time our mafioso character concludes, "Eh, bad idea" and realizes all that matters is a "damn tasty pizza and a damn cheap price."
BreatheRight keeps you snoozing soundly without leaving the auditory evidence in your wake, promises CBGrey/Paris in "Theatre."
In the piece, a man snoozes quietly in a packed audience. Meanwhile, onstage, some melodramatic Vagina Monologues-meets-beat-poet stuff folds brains into various shapes of comatose.
Nice that Napping Ned is considerate, but that's gotta be one hell of an expensive siesta.