This commercial gets off to an unimpressive start — take a look at that rat hole they call a warehouse — and it only gets worse from there. "I say, I say, I say" are Frankie and Johnnie selling furniture, dance lessons, or fried chicken? Bad dancing belongs in every low-budget commercial, but I'm still trying to connect the dots between furniture and fried chicken— buy a couch, get a grease stain for free?
When entering a new relationship, sometimes a passionate moment takes hold of you, and there's no stopping what's about to come next. If you're unsure about the guy's STI record, then you'll most definitely want him to quickly slip on a condom so you can get back to getting it on, but what if he refuses? Well here's one way to deal with it!
Microsoft recently suspended an ad campaign featuring Bill Gates and Jerry Seinfeld because no one liked it and it failed to make them look cool. (I love ya, Jerry, but since when does Jerry Seinfeld make anything look cool?) I'm sure they spent a bajillion dollars on it, and it doesn't come close to the awesomeness of this Dirt Cheap commercial. The message is simple.
As if there isn't enough weirdness surrounding the menstruation taboo, the creative minds over at Tampax deem it fun and appropriate to suggest that menstruating women can suck the water up out of pools — because of the highly absorbent artillery they shove up themselves for period relief. Thanks to tampons, absolutely nothing can escape a menstruating woman's vajayjay. Nothing!
Have the toilet-paper people run out of crap to talk about? For a long time, the buzz was about how "soft" various brands were, followed by the exciting "double-roll" sitch, and now . .
I watched the following vid and was overjoyed to see a chick finally kick arse at a male sporting event. But a little research later revealed that our bat girl never made this Spidey-inspired catch; the vid is actually a staged advertisement for Gatorade. The illegitimacy of the play makes me wonder if the Gatorade folks are mocking women's athletic potential with this ad, or on the flip side, if they're seeking to unsettle established gender norms and advance the girls-can-do-anything message.
The folks over at Ford wanted to announce that their Ka city car is now roomier and can accommodate more peeps. Why they chose to market this message by showing a (nonpurple) people-eating monster binge on a car full of defenseless passengers is beyond me. It's just doesn't seem very kosher.
This ad starts out as any low-budget pawn shop commercial would: some overly energetic douche stands too close to the camera while begging to buy your junk from you. But William Oliver, the self-titled "Cashman," doesn't settle for run-of-the-mill. He knows how to differentiate himself from the rest — by way of a sleazy jingle and a few scantily-clad backup dancers.
Sex sells, but there's nothing remotely sexy about a sponge, especially a dirty sponge. Well, some advertising sleazeball thought a filthy sponge was exactly what this world needed, so he made hedgehog-on-sponge porn and called it a commercial. It's shameless, unnecessary, and my poor dishes now feel betrayed.
The smokers of the 1950s had no idea just how harmful lighting up could be. At the time, there was no hard evidence to definitively link cigarette use with chronic or fatal health conditions, so tobacco companies had free reign to claim that their "snow fresh, filtered cool" smokes would leave the throat feeling refreshed and clean. Hmm.