OK I’ve had a rant about TV ads in general but these bastards deserve a special mention.
In the UK we have ads for confused.com. This one really gets on my tit. The tinkly fucking music, the jerky camera work and the people on it look so frigging smug I could really go to town on their knees with a lump hammer.
Then there’s Sheilas fucking wheels. WTF is all this about?
Big sweaty Aussie blokes dressed as women, old biddies warbling on about how great the insurance is and slappers dressed in pink also babbling away…fuck off you bastards, you’re ruining my life.
Comparethemarket dot fucking com. Another bunch of cretinous inbred fartspunglers jumping through mirrors and also looking so bleeding smug it hurts my arse.
Churchill…If I see that dog again I’ll tear out my eyeballs and feed them to a fox…oooh yes!
There are many many more but I’m getting so worked up here it’s not good for my health.
“Cretinous Inbred Fartspunglers” is my new favorite insult.
Here in Amurrika we have a different set of companies vying for our car-insurance dollars. I hate them all, except Geico. The little stack of money with the googly eyes amuses me.
Flo is kind of cute. It’s quite reasonable to have a crush on her. I will stand with you, my brother, and fight at your side when the barbarians attack!
Of course, by "fight at your side,’ I mean "run and hide whilst screaming like a Czechoslovakian.
The bloke in this particular ad jumps through a mirror into a sort of another dimension where this young dolly bird is waiting to tell him all about the benefits of comparethemarkets car insurance.
WRT Flo: I think she’s mildly terrifying. It’s the eyeshadow, or whatever the hell that crap that makes her eyes look like she’s been posessed by the manager of the local Hot Topic.
I think it’s like a really extreme version of Canada’s anglophones vs francophones. Find the most intense Québécois ever. One that refuses to even be called Canadian. Multiply by half a country. Change group name to Czech or Slovak. Et voila.
Yeah, don’t be calling a Czech a Slovak, or vice versa. And NEVER call either of them Slavs. Splitters!
I can watch the Gecko, but insurance isn’t cute so I really don’t make the connection. I don’t get the caveman thing either. (Hell I can’t even remember if the caveman is Progressive or Geico so they’ve totally failed to brand)
I really think Insurers should stick to what they’re good at: numbers. Have an ad that shows just numbers. Black and white on a silent commercial comparing their competetition: Annual number of claims, complaint ratio, several customer satisfaction survey results, financial strength ratings. That would sort the wheat from the chaff in fairly short order I think.
I can’t speak for anyone else, but I don’t want warm fuzzies from my insurance company when I have a claim. I want the money and the promised services. Warm and fuzzy would be nice as well, but if you’re not giving me the other two then I’ll think you’re blowing smoke up my ass. I can get people to be nice to me for free.
Exactly. Czechoslovakia was a country arbitrarily created that contained both ethnic (cultural, whatever way you want to define it) groups: Czechs and Slovaks. They are still extremely separate and cramming them into one country 1 - was stupid and 2 - didn’t work to really blend the two.
My gramma is Slovak. Don’t you dare call her Czech, whooboy (though I guess it was a bit of a surprise when she married my grampa, a Polak)! She still loves getting her Zenska Jednota in the mail, and I’m set to inherit her Slovak cookbook.
