Oh look, It's Trailer Crashers with new clothes on. Yes, Samsung is out with Rumble in the Jingle, a Christmas-themed, make-your-own-movie-trailer thing to promote...um..."awareness of the company's Blu Ray offerings."
Gotta love how the three star's "headgear" kind floats awkwardly above their faces. The (intended?) cheesiness succeeds (sort of).
Seriously? Levi's is *still* pumping out these ludicrously fake videos? And we're still watching them? And writing about them?
Hmm. Guess ludicrously fake is still a viable strategy.
...while trashed! "Mmm, tasty pies." That naughty knitted-sock simian.
The work -- which precedes a full-length ad that debuts on Christmas day -- riffs off the speeches Queen Elizabeth occasionally gives via YouTube, but we swear the script flubs were inspired by these orgamsumumic outtakes for this Lavalife ad. ("Orgamsums? Orgasmums.") By AKQA and Cake.
When last we saw the PG Tips monkey, he invited us back to his place "for a cuppa."
If ever an elf is offered to you, I can say with relative certainty that it would be scientifically impossible -- futile, even -- to decline. The likelihood of wild, wonderful, madcap hijinks is just. Too. Great.
So after hearing that Santa's shrinking down its workforce, agency White+Partners leaped at the opportunity to get a pointy-eared labourer of its own.
He is horrors. But even if he punches balls and gives unsolicited lap dances, don't you still kind of want one?
- CPX Interactive wishes everyone a happy holiday with Balls of Snow, an online snowball fight.
- The Nutcracker Ballet at the Royal Opera gets Nintendo N64 Kid treatment. Weird.
- Frederick Samuel who blogs over at Advertising/Design Goodness just found out he's one of the 3,500 Omnicom employees let go. Help a guy out if you can.
Cyclists have it hard down under. All those hours pushing pedals literally chafes balls, which is funny from a distance but sobering enough that the condition requires an anti-irritant, aptly called "chamois cream."
To contribute to the well-being of fellow bikers, pro cyclist David Zabriskie developed a cream called DZ Nuts -- pronounced "deez nuts," a colloquial expression defined as "The large, sweaty, hairy dangling spheres of man-hood containing future illegitimate seeds that swing violently in the wind when slapped."
If only every house was this nice and every kid this cute. Wait, what? this is advertising. Of course every house is perfect and every kid a cutie. Especially if it's...a Walmart commercial? Hmm...maybe it's because everything at Walmart is so cheap everyone can actually afford to have a nice house.
The cute kids? Not sure Walmart has much control the cuteness of its customer's offspring. That power comes from, yes, an ad agency...where all kids are cute and perfect and where every slice of life tastes perfect.
Created by The Martin Agency, the spot, Christmas Morning, is airing this week. And for even more of the perfect life, check out the Stock Up on Joy, a microsite the agency created for Walmart and Coke.
Life. Is. Perfect.
To hype the launch of the LG KP500 Cookie touch screen phone in Thailand, Malaysia, Brazil and the United Kingdom, some cruel soul thought they'd trap a stick man inside the phone. This video is the outcome of that creative genius. The poor guy manages to get out once only to be stuffed back inside for a lifetime of torture.
Anything to sell a phone.
This Christmas card from Manchester-based AHD imaging in which an out of work computer-generated character, AHD168, finds itself homeless and destitute strikes a cord. With this one video, AHD has accomplished two things; it's wished everyone a Happy Christmas and it's looking for work, something a lot of companies are doing these days.
So come on, help out an unemployed animation (company).
In this tiny burg populated by upright-standing pickles, the townsfolk come out, don hats and carol for the viewing pleasure of omnivorous predators.
All's well until a giant hand reaches down and takes a big noisy bite out of a baby pickle -- right after his solo. The savage! Mangled bits of soured cucumber fall from the sky, a disturbing yellow stain splashes across the snow, bystanders vomit relish ... and the miracle of singing dill becomes a wretched crime scene.
By Firehouse/Dallas, which, as of this moment, are the only people we want to invite to our birthday party.