Come on! Do people even bother to do the tiniest bit of research be fore making a first, best only claim? Apparently not. Even our sieve of a brain could come up with an example of what Woo Agency, here, claims to be a first.
The agency has just launched the "world's first customizable video clip" which allows people to...wait for it...place an image of their face in a Matisyahu video. Oh really? Seriously? Dudes, customizable video has been around for EVAR!
Even without doing research, the simplicity of this would have at least casued you to thing, "Damn, this has to have been done before.," right
Remember Gary Brolsma, the Numa Numa Guy? Of course you do. Hoping to tie his lovable lip-syncing magic to a big brand, The Martin Agency tapped him to produce "Numa Numa Guy with GEICO," an amateur-style vid where he sings Somebody's Watchin' Me while GEICO's trademark gecko dances behind him.
What makes the video awesome is you don't really notice the gecko at first. But as you acclimate to the context, suddenly you're like... "WTF is that thing in the terrarium, shimmying in the background?"
And then you LOL, just a little.
JetBlue continues pitching execs with tarnished golden parachutes in a tongue-in-cheek series of online videos. The objective is to acclimate bigwigs, accustomed to their own jets, to the somewhat-less-private JetBlue experience.
It's funny shit -- imagine that Old Spice Bruce Campbell campaign, except for down-and-out silver-spooners instead of green youngbloods.
We love it when dude makes an allusion to private jets on craigslist in Episode 3. And that douchey PowerPoint moment? Priceless. For those so inclined, worldly wage-earners with a sense of humour can "Have [their] assistant's assistant book now."
In "A Gift from Mother Nature," a personified Aunt Flo stalks girls in the street and tries passing off a charming gift, suspiciously wrapped in red.
We like how, in the event of total brain density, a disclaimer at the beginning of the ad reads "YOUR MONTHLY GIFT FROM MOTHER NATURE IS A EUPHEMISM FOR YOUR PERIOD." It's like, thanks Tampax, we totally thought Flo was sharing her latest batch of fresh-baked Vegan cookies.
But the appropriately annoying human allegory doesn't just bestow The Curse with playful malice; she also encourages you to buy white dresses and makes tidy, embarrassing personal jokes in front of your boyfriends. It's hilarious when she chases a woman down the street, notices her pregnant belly and goes, "Shoot ... I forgot" -- and waves her away with obvious disappointment.
The video's objective is to show women how they can outsmart Mother Nature, which is the only weird thing about it: I'm not seeing any outsmarting, just a lot of wincing and running-away. Unless Tampax is suggesting we get knocked up at the next opportunity.
This is the best. This is how brands should build loyalty. This is how flying should be.
We've all heard the mindlessly boring pre-flight announcements airline attendants make prior to taking off. All that crap about putting the tray up, placing the seat in the upright position, properly stowing your carry on, turning off electronic devices and all kinds of other stuff that just makes you want to fall asleep.
Not on Southwest. Not if you have David as a flight attendent. Check out how he welcomes passengers on his flights.
Recently someone mentioned Adrants had begun to ignore the sexier side of advertising. And she was right. It's been a bit puritanical around here for a while. But, on an advertiser-supported site, it's not like you can write about ad porn all day long without causing some concern among advertisers.
Though the fact remains, sex continues to be an integral element of advertising. With that, we give you this video promoting Daniel Power's Energy Wasting Day. Oh don't worry. It's not all that racy. No nudity. No gratuitous butt shots. Just a quirky 80's-ish style music video with a dude and four hot chicks. It's all pretty tame. Enjoy.
London's The Viral Factory just hit us upside our delicate craniums with "Extreme Sheep LED Art." You may not be able to wrap your brain around that right away, but it's exactly what it sounds like.
The video, a promotion for Samsung's LED line, is equal parts hilarious, a brainfuck and painful to watch -- painful because it's long and about sheep, a brainfuck because the sheep are being (EXTREME!) shepherded in such a way that they reproduce high art (sort of), and funny because THEY PLAY PONG. USING THE SHEEP.
Grand in its unyielding over-the-toppiness -- brought extreme fishing to mind for a sec -- and reviews on YouTube have been favorable. As always you've got the more eloquent members of the human race arguing over whether or not this was "enhanced" -- or demonstrating superiority with their absolute certainty: "fake as hell."
(*shakes head sadly*)
"Happiness Factory 3" continues Coke's Happiness Factory/Open Happiness campaign with a Monday-friendly beginning we can all identify with. Mid-yawn, a guy hits up a Coke vending machine, compelling all the Wonderland creatures inside to yawn too.
There's a bit of authoritative clapping, then some feel-good pop music kicks in. Everyone snaps open their Cokes, and both worlds bloom into quotidian activity.
Ad land has this incredible talent for bastardizing beautiful things, and doing it in a way where we're like, hey, that's kind of cool.
That's the feeling you get when you watch "Burger Grease Art," where a guy uses the grease from non-Arby's burgers to create a giant reproduction of Da Vinci's enigmatic lady.
Across the bottom of the video -- which we really couldn't help sitting through, even as we clutched our stomachs and began to dry-heave -- is a link to burgergreaseart.com, which tackles your line of sight with three appealingly matte Arby's Roastburgers. (For some reason, we kinda hoped for an Etch-a-Sketchy painting game, except with grease, but no dice.)
Agency Guava threw together this spot in which a Blackberry literally shoots through Apple. (Both are helpfully represented as fruits, and the tagline hypes BB's first-ever touchscreen model.)
Crystal-clear and slightly reminiscent of a long genre of late-'90s films where bullets penetrated human flesh at high-speed, ripping it to ribbons in slow-mo. (We like pulpy shit.) But I wouldn't throw myself behind the current iteration of BlackBerry's Storm for any amount of money, let alone pro-bono.