Dude’s more annyong that the Prograssive cashier lady. What the hell happened to the old guy? Did he die?
I have to throw in a series of radio ads that have been over-saturating the local rock station recently. They’re for Safelite Auto Glass, and they feature a supposed glass installer telling “true stories” of clients. Most of these involve the client minding their own business when suddenly, the “micro-cracks” in their windshield give way and cause it to shatter. (Based on this guy’s explanation of “micro-cracks”, my Jeep’s windshield should have cracked at least a dozen times by now. I know what he’s trying to describe, but I think the scare tactics are really stupid.)
The worst of these features the tale of a woman who had a tiny, tiny, tiny, chip in her windshield. Foolishly, she ignored it, until one day she drove over a speed bump and the windshield cracked. That’s not the worst part, though…the guy mentions several times that this lady had the audacity to crack her windshield with her child in the car!!! The horror! :rolleyes: None of the other commercials feature this element of “OMG child in danger!!!”
The one where the dad asks the kid to say antidisestablishmentarianism. The kid creeps me out. He is very odd looking.
I think when the girls run off screen with the camera and Ashton continues to talk on his cell phone, it’s meant to imply that some crazy stuff is happening. Then as he’s leaving, he looks at the camera and goes “WHOA!” with a wide-eyed employee looking on.
It seems kind of on the nose to me.
I haven’t read the whole thread yet so maybe this was mentioned already . . .
About a year ago there was a commercial for some sort of birth control or PMS medicine or something. It featured a bunch of twenty-something women talking to each other about how great it is, and then instead of having the usual medical-disclaimer voiceover, one of the women simply inserts the disclaimer into their conversation. This is followed by another one of them saying “Wow, you really know your stuff!” followed by her reply “I didn’t go to medical school for nothing!”
My reaction: “Yeah, but you clearly went to acting school for nothing!”
Another pet peeve of mine: when the whole commercial is based on a logical fallacy.
Example: "Ten years ago, few believed a simple capsule could make a man larger. Now, over SOME LARGE NUMBER of people have purchased Miracle Penis-Grow Pills.(*) Would all those people buy it if it didn’t do something amazing?
Answer: Yes, because many people are gullible idiots. Gullible idiots with small penises, apparently.
(*) What is it, Extenze? Enzyte? I can’t remember which is which.
“Angel” is about heroin addiction? I always thought it was about suicide.
I’ve always heard heroin addiction too, but how you get heroin from those lyrics has me completely baffled.
While reviewing this thread, chuckling at the various stories of awful commercials, I happened to look up at the TV to see a new commercial. I don’t know what they were selling since I only saw the last few seconds of it, no clue at all, and I sincerely hope they re-run it soon so I know what to avoid purchasing. All I know is that a creepy man with a giant head and unsettling grin was wiping his ass with a towel while standing on a pile of cash.
Additionally, I recently had the pleasure of seeing the Mentos commercial discussed upthread. What the damn hell were those people thinking? She walked over and…oh my god she…oh god she clicked his nose up and…drank? She drank? Because it’s so mouthwatering, and…that’s…that’s a beverage? What twisted moron came up with this? What improperly socialized fool considered this as an appropriate way to…never mind. Trying to make sense of why anyone would consider shotgunning saliva a decent image to associate with anything remotely food-like is the short path to crazy town.
I LOLed. 
(Or should that be “LedOL”?)
Oh, that reminds me of Enzyte Bob dressing as Santa, causing a whole bunch of women lining up to sit on his lap.
Creepy, creepy, creepy.
Well, he is married to a 45 year old. The difference between her and a 23 year old chippy is probably very shocking.
First they rip off one of my favorite songs - California Soul by Marlena Shaw.
In every single scene, it’s sunny and gorgeous.
Cue some smarmy fuck walking across Montgomery street in his dockers slacks, pausing to look all cool at the camera. Not a bum in sight - in fact it’s shockingly crowdless - there’s like 8 people in the background and one lonely car passing behind him. In the Financial District on a workday? And he works in the Financial District and they let him wear a sweater and tan slacks? “Work.”
Now he’s with his son flying a kite in…actually I’m not sure where he is, on some grassy meadow with his back to some grand lake with some grassy island out there. Nowhere anywhere near San Francisco that I’m aware of. And the water is like glass and he’s facing away from it. Nice kite flying out there, I bet. “Weekend.”
Now he’s with his wife all dressed up on some roof patio restaurant downtown somewhere. Lots of candles and frilly tablecloths, none of which are blowing like mad in the wind that would undoubtedly be up there. She’s wearing a little black dress with tiny straps and he’s just wearing a suit, and I guess neither one of them is freezing to death. (Is there a dockers suit anyway)? “Dress.”
Finally, he’s playing golf with his rich buddies…at Lincoln Park GC. Nice hole (the only one, really) - the 17th, with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background. Except that Lincoln is a Muni course, and given what I’m supposed to know about this captain of life, somehow I doubt he’s going to that duffer’s course. And again, no jacket anywhere and they’re not freezing to death 100 yards off the Bay. “Golf.”
Dockers San Francisco. Work. Weekend. Dress. Golf.
I’m so tempted to make my own:
Me stuck in traffic, then sitting at my desk. “Work.”
Me drunk in the Haight walking past panhandlers, fog swirling. “Weekend.”
Me on a rooftop patio in the Mission next to the indoor restaurant, with the other smokers as no one would be caught dead out there otherwise, wearing my winter coat. “Dress.”
Me at Glen Eagles standing on the dirt tee while seven groups are visible playing the same hole in front of me, wearing a fleece. “Golf.”
If you live in or have been anywhere near Toronto for the past month, there is no further explanation needed.
Yes, I watch Cheaters.
I don’t remember the snake-oil capsules either, although they show it four times during the show. The ads are all either for “male enhancement,” hair loss, or diets (for the ladies watching).
Anyway, topic…
I had high hopes for the PC/Mac ads a while back when they were going to couples therapy. I thought they were going to get over their differences and settle down. But no, they are still having arguments over petty things.
I think PC should dump the smug little slacker and find a more compatible partner…
Ok, don’t get me started here…lol
I’m surprised no one mentioned all of those annoying Verizon commercials. I hate that stupid guy in the glasses. He just looks annoying, not to mention the idiocy of the commercials. I mean, are we supposed to identify the entire company with him?
Unfortunately, I had the opportunity to work somewhat indirectly for Verizon, but I digress…
I really can’t stand those McDonalds commercials. Why is it that nearly all of their commercials now are aimed at the African-American community. I really hate that theme, “da da DA DA DAAA, I’m hatin’ it”
Amen to the Progressive commercials…she is so annoying…
I really can’t stand those Dominoes commercials with the so-called “medieval war”. I mean, the guy blows up the pizza delivery girl’s car, and she doesn’t even react at all…
I’m really sick of that 5 dollar footlong crap.
woohoo WAMU…no way…
I want to be one less…those commercials having to do with the HPV virus. Turns out that as a society if we spent the amount of those commericals making commericals instead that have to do with getting regular exams for women, we wouldn’t have nearly the rates of cervical cancer…
MANWICH MANWICH we adore thee (to the tune of Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy”) never fails…
And perhaps worst of all, BIG KID AND THE THRONE OF DESTINY
geez…that ranks right up there with Charmin
McDonalds radio commercials are so smarmy and “hip” that it makes me want to vomit.
It is actually out of heavy rotation now, but it was one of those dating site ads about someone who took the eHarmony test and wasn’t allowed to join.
Well one of them features this ‘cute/quirky’ woman who at the end, tilts her head like an inquisitive dog and says ‘Can’t a girl get some love?’. One look at her and even I can tell she is completly nuts and would make life a living hell for anyone who dated her.
The thing that galled me about those commercials is that it was somehow the customers fault if their lines didn’t move along as quickly as they wanted them to. Uh, no … sorry. If your checkout lines ain’t moving quick enough then maybe you should get better cashiers instead of trying to blame it on your customers paying habits.
I saw one last night that annoyed me. It shows a little cartoon ant and talks about how they can lift 200 times their own body weight and how small things can be strong, then it starts talking about OB tampons. WHOA! Sorry, but I do not want creepy, crawly bugs associated with things I stick up my hoo-ha! Now I get the willes when I think about OB tampons, I don’t think that was their intent. Does no one ever think these ads through?