AdFreak takes vocal issue with this spot for Oven Pride, which got the clear in the UK after riotous accusations that it was sexist.* (Okay, maybe "riotous" is overstating.)
The ad's not sexist, our buddy blog says; it's just idiotic. And yeah, we're inclined to agree. Even taking into account that British humour is different from the American variety, everything from the man's chimpanzee behaviour to the narrator's forced "mm-hm-hm!" at the end gives us the ad-willies.
It's just a low-budget piece, screenwritten, no doubt, by housewives that produce skits for the local Pentecost. Speaking of housewives, know what yours needs? A shiny new set of Madison Avenue cookware.
Fully clothed women riding horses in slow motion accompanied by classical music? For a moment, we thought the soundtrack would break into some hip-hop shit and a sudden gust of wind would blow the ladies' gowns off leaving them wearing nothing but their undergarmets. But no. This is a Mercedes commercial, Not an Axe commercial. We're talking respectability here. Elegance, Finery. Fully clothed women!
And true to Mercedes' refined reserve, the closest thing we get to an Axe-like witticism is an old man who, while enjoying the allure of the women on horseback, comments, "I like car commercials."
Yup. The whole flashmob/spontaneous dance party thing has jumped the shark. Actually, it jumped the shark long, long ago but T-Mobile is confirming every last shark has been jumped with its Tree Rave.
In Tree Rave, unsuspecting park dwellers are assaulted by hired freaks who, upon placement of a boom box (they still make those?), break out into a really bad tree dance causing onlookers to offer up classic WTF looks as they wonder whether or not they should grab their kids and run far, far away from these tree hugging wackos
Former NSYNC member Justin Timberlake's successful, and ongoing, penetration of Spoofsville has deceived Kirshenbaum Bond + Partners into thinking corny riffs off the boy band days are still OK.
They're not. But maybe we're just biased: it doesn't matter whether a Wendy's ad is good; its merits are utterly tainted by that inane "It's waaaay better than fast food" tagline.
For some, tennis is a big deal. For others, it's just another venue to ogle young female tennis players with outrageously hot bodies. But for UK-based Robinsons, it's just another way to sell soda. And here, for 2009, is their edge-of-your-seat hope for Wimbledon glory.
The BBH-created commercial is quite good. Especially for those of us who had no idea what it was for when viewing began. It was like, "What? What are we missing here? Have we been hiding under a rock? This has to be some big deal, right? And yea, apparently, it is.
Ooo. How retro. How...dare we say...surprising? So here we have what appears to be your average car commercial during which the vehicle - in this case, a Peugot 3008 - makes its way through some stormy weather. Then the music begins to play. The car's features are highlighted. A woman looks dreamily out the window. It's haunting beautiful. As if it were the pre-crash portion of a horrific drive safe commercial.
The black surface on which the car drives...turns out to be, well, just watch. We don't want to ruin the reveal. OK, it's not going to be life altering but still.
You, little dish-fitter. You bring us ... Pets Do the Funniest Things. In HD!"
We love the sobering Braveheart feel of "Bowtime," in which downtrodden blue collar men are reminded of their crucial contributions to Life as We Know It -- and the reward that follows once they've rolled their daily millstone uphill.
Well, there's at least one good thing about the Geico Kash campaign; it's given the Mysto & Pizzi version of Rockwell's Somebody's Watching Me a big boost with 80,000 downloads each month since the campaign launched in January. And what 80's has-been doesn't like to see a re-birth of their work like this?
The spots? Well, they're OK too. Kash, courtesy of The Martin Agency, continues to randomly appear coming to the aid of those in need of a few extra bucks worth of savings.
There comes a time in a vodka's life when it has to:
1. Remind us that it's from somewhere else, and
2. Diversify its flavour set.
Grey Goose tackles both milestones in one smooth pill. That potshot of the dewy citrus brought Tropicana to mind, though, which I guess works out well because what could be more festive on a Friday than a screwdriver with an accent?
It's not like Burger King commercials could get any weirder. I mean Square Booty? Seriously? But these new ones are up their on the weird scale.
So how does BK make people aware they're open late and have all sort of BK Burger Shots to sell? They wake a guy up with an air horn. That's how.
We know exactly how this ad was concepted. It's just too easy. A couple of CP+B creatives walked into the office of another and found the dude sleeping. They grabbed the dude's air horn (everyone has one in their office, you know) and scared the shit out of the guy. Then, one creative said to another, "Dude, this would be perfect for the late night menu thing!"
And there you have it. And here's the NAACP-mandated African American version.