My current all-time favorite is one that was for… Bud? One of the big-name American beers, in any event. It’s one that is better watched than described, but I’ll try.
The husband is down stairs, watching a game on TV.
Upstairs, the wife is preparing a romanic evening: satin sheets on the bed, candles providing a soft glow, open window providing a gentle night breeze, etc., etc.
After a while, the wife sighs a bit when it becomes apparent the game is still on, and reaches over and opens up a bottle of beer.
Like a cat who has heard the can opener, the husband starts running upstairs, throwing off articles of clothes as he goes, bursting into the bedroom and leaping onto the bed…
…then sliding on those oh-so-romantic satin sheets…
…and out the open window.
Then commerical cuts to the usual shot of the product and the typical announcer voice over, before returning to:
A shot of the wife, looking out the bedroom window and down towards the ground saying rather hesitantly: “…honey? Honey?” (From below, a faint groan can be heard.)
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