A girl named Mandy promised this video would reveal the COOLEST ROBOT EVER! We were skeptical but later decided she was right. Sure it won't shave your balls and get you off, but it will do a silly little dance. And it looks cuddly.
Here's another spot where robotics author Daniel Wilson, the star (and creator) of both videos, gets smack-talked by an automated phone system named Diane. We think it's just a cheesy way for him to represent his alma mater and show off his iPhone.
If you find yourself moved by the Carnegie Mellon alumnus' emotional subservience to robots, check out RoboU. CM's robotics unit could apparently use some new junkies.
After spending some time with Cheetos' new Orange Underground, a full blown movement "committed to transforming sterile order into messy mayhem," its primary purpose of urging people to do wacky Random Acts of Cheetos that don't involve eating makes perfect sense. After all, Cheetos aren't even food. They're just a bunch of man-made chemicals mixed together and placed in a bag. This campaign is much like the Mentos/Diet Coke thing whereby people were urged to perform all manner of chemical wizardry as opposed to actually consuming the products, both questionable, at best, as to whether or not they, too, are actual foods.
These videos (1, 2, 3) parody both clueless focus group victims and anal spoonfeeding marketing moderators. It's for Diamond Shreddies, which, unlike boring square-shaped cereal, is diamond-shaped.
This really isn't any less lame than Millsberry adding a new charm to Lucky Charms cereal -- and we fall for that every time.
Thanks Charles for running them by us.
If you like sending your friends those customized promotional videos, then here's another one. It's not anywhere near as freaky as that Dexter promotion that targeted the recipient with a personalized message from a serial killer but it's not bad. It's for the new AMC show Breaking Bad which is a bout a guy who gets diagnosed with terminal illness and turns to selling meth to insure he can provide his family enough money to live on after his death. Check it out here.
These two videos from DraftFCB Hamburg examine the idiocy of focus groups and why it's silly to rely too heavily on them. In the videos, one caveman moderator and three caveman panelists turn great ideas like fire and the wheel into useless inventions no one would ever need. It's humorous enough and hits home perfectly the notion a bunch of random people will, undoubtedly, kill a good idea every time.
Guys, prepare to squirm. Prepare to clutch your privates like you've never clutched them before. Here's a movie that is sure to make you wince for the entire length of the film and every time you have sex for the rest of your life. Ladies, prepare to unleash your darkest, most horrific revenge fantasies as you recall that one time you perhaps found yourself with a guy that just wouldn't take no for an answer.
We give you Teeth, a movie about, well, just watch the trailer. There's not much promotion surrounding this movie and probably for good reason.
Calling all bored creatives! Swiffer needs you! Swiffer has teamed with Warner music for a YouTube "Swiffer Break-up Music Video Contest" in which contestants create break up videos explaining how they broke up with their old cleaning product and switched to Swiffer. There's just one problem. There's only two entries so far. So, come one. Help out. Don't let let Swiffer suffer the embarrassment of hosting a YouTube contest in which no one participates. Besides, you could win $15,000.
Rather than the road to the White House, PETA gives us its Road to the Greenhouse which gives us candidates such as Selery Clinton, Fruity Giuliana, Broccoli Obama, Dijon McCain, John Breadwards, Mike Huckelberry, Spread Thompson and more. Predictably, the questions to the candidates deal mostly with diet and the advocation of a vegitarian lifestyle. Still, it's funny.
WeightWatchers, playing off the post-holiday weight gain agony so many apparently suffer from, has launched this Duval Guillaume-created video entitled My Body is Out of Proportion. It features a fat guy who sings, cowboy-style, about the woes of weight gain such as not being able to see his toes and how it would be so much nicer if he could. We like.
Apparently because even elevators are no on green freak's naughty list, we are now blessed with a lengthy dramatization of ascending three flights of stairs Everest-style. Please.