Hmm. If this is what universal health care is going to bring us, we're not sure it's as good as proponents claim. Apparently, there aren't enough skilled doctors in British Columbia to handle patient demand. Which seems to be causing a rash of exploding pink ejaculate all over the province's cubicles.
The effort, for Stop the Wait, comes from Spring.
OK this has Perlorian Brothers written all over it but WTF? And then there's this. Eyes. Passion. Oddity. Retro weirdness. Yea, it's the Perlorian Brothers alright. Oh and then there's The Martin Agency's involvement too.
So the 2011Ford Fiesta is almost here. How is Ford touting the vehicle? A couple of different ways. It's being compared to a Lamborghini and it's being hyped as an escape vehicle from zombies. OK, then.
At first blush, one might respond to those two approaches with "Seriously?" and "Well, that's relevant!" But, as we find out...cool and the Lamborghini is, it can't beat the turning radius of the Fiesta nor does it have side mirror turn signals or key-less entry or a trunk you can actually fit stuff in. You know, the important stuff. Though if cost weren't an issue, we're pretty sure people would go with the Lamborghini. Thankfully for Ford, price is always an issue.
It's amazing the amount of misinformation floating around. Apparently, one in five guys believe you're less likely to get a girl pregnant if you have sex standing up. Seriously? Who knew? Where do people formulate these ass-backwards beliefs?
Perhaps from the very marketing trying to address the misinformation.
As if recording two shows at once were some sort of amazing breakthrough, Sydney-based Three Drunk Monkeys is out with a couple of commercials that ask us to "try a new life with My Star." It kinda makes sense. After all, life is, indeed, quite different once you own a DVR. No one believes you until they actually get one. Then they join the religion.
But these spots? These spots (after the jump) are just weird.
We actually laughed. We never laugh at commercials. It takes a lot to make our jaded ass laugh. After all, there's so much appallingly awful advertising out there. So it was with joyful delectation we chuckled at this SapientNitro-created Footlocker commercial the agency created for the European market.
Speaking of ass, we see a couple enter an apartment and head for the bed in what appears to be a concerted effort to...get some ass. Though, as it turns out, the two engage in a different kind of ass play. The spanking kind. And the funny part? The guy getting spanked can name the brand (and year) of the sneaker with which he's being hit.
So if you're Mexican, you must be a wrestler, right? Or you must take siestas all the time and forget to shower, right? Well, that's what BBDO in Toronto thinks if its campaign for Quesada Mexican Grill is any indication.
In one ad we've got a dirty Mexican taking a nap. In another, we've got a family dressed in goofy wrestler costumes. The campaign's headline? Real Mexican Know Where to Get Real Mexican.
Hmm. A cause group disaster waiting to happen or an innocuous approach that leverages harmless stereotypes?
Last week when we reported the launch of a new Eastpak campaign, one commercial eluded us. Most likely because it;s the kind your not likely to see on TV. Which, of course, means it's the very one you do want to see. So here you go.
Little person. Seductively sultry and sexy Asian hottie. Anti-war message. Yea, that's it
Because as soon as you stop thinking about football you start thinking about women again. It's true. Axe says so.
It's that simple.
And we're not even going to get into the whole women as on-demand play things thing.
Because they are.
In the fantasy-addled minds of most men.
I scream. You scream. We all scream for ice cream. Oh...sorry. Actually, no one's screaming in this Proximity-created commercial for AMP Energy. Well, maybe they are. It's just that we can't hear them as they run through the office in slow motion like crazed zombies as an ice cream wielding robot dispenses the frozen stuff as if its lost bladder control.
The office workers, who clearly need something to spice up their Monday morning, engage in some kind of ritualistic group foodgasm while the stunned boss wonders who the hell he's employed.