WELL I WAS pounding out a 12 page summary from 7:30 A.M. til 3pm yesterday, when men started arriving in droves for the Superbowl Poker Game. (Up, thanks.) And there was much rejoicing over N'Awlins & much consternation over the fact that the new digital aerial streaming over the air HD to my computer kicks Rogers' HDTV signal in its coax ass. And then this morning I was up and off to a day of WGC Council Meetings. So I haven't had much time to consider the Superbowl ads.
But between this and Jersey Shore, I think ... I feel ... boom. Here's a gauntlet for engaging storytelling... Oh my Canadian scribes, do you dare to pick it up? (Myself most DEFINITELY included.)
This doesn't do something to you, your heart is a dead stone thing. Enjoy.
4 rumbles:
I got choked up over the Google ad, I admit it.
But what did you think of Undercover Boss?
(I'll tell you, I thought it was good. The characters were good.)
Lot of story in 30 seconds, most admirable.
My favourite commercial overall.
Also: Can those damned GoDaddy commercials get any more annoying?
Yes, we get it, you've got boring ultra-softcore porn on your website. *yawn*.
Pretty sad when far more titillating things can be found simply by Googling with 'Safe Search' turned off.
Sex Sells? Lazy, lazy, lazy advertising.
Or, as Don Draper said: "Just so you know, the people who talk that way think that monkeys can do this. They take all this monkey crap and stick it in a briefcase, completely unaware that their success depends on something more than shoeshine. You are the product. You feeling something. That's what sells. Not them. Not sex. They can't do what we do and they hate us for it."
Amen sir, amen.
This poser douchebag had to look up Truffaut? Fuck him. Fuck him and the presumably-totally hot french woman he has duped with his ruse.
Oh, God, I'm lonely.
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