Yes, the King is truly one of the most disturbing pitchmen to hit the airwaves in many a year, and perhaps we can talk about him more in this thread too (though I don’t want to steal thunder from the other thread).
I will nominate Bob, the face of Enzyte, an herbal product for “natural male enhancement”, as another supremely creepy “spokesman”. Bob walks around with a maniacal grin on his face 24/7, and you just know he’s got a giant woody in his pants the whole time. The guy’s psychotic, wild-eyed mug, leering at me from the set like a Viagra-blitzed Cheshire Cat, makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. When the rest of his pals get that turgid nutbar expression and join a conga line, I’m about ready to run screaming from the room.
So, what ad campaigns have left you more edgy than eager? Who’s sales pitches have made you cringe and recoil rather than reach for the cash?
any kid product commercial that has adults in it.I just think of all those years of acting classes and this poor person ends up having to act around some punk,smart ass kid making him(her ) look stupid,especially in cereal commercials
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I will nominate Bob, the face of Enzyte, an herbal product for “natural male enhancement”, as another supremely creepy “spokesman”. Bob walks around with a maniacal grin on his face 24/7, and you just know he’s got a giant woody in his pants the whole time. The guy’s psychotic, wild-eyed mug, leering at me from the set like a Viagra-blitzed Cheshire Cat, makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. When the rest of his pals get that turgid nutbar expression and join a conga line, I’m about ready to run screaming from the room.
Maybe I’m just odd, but I can’t even look at that site without being paralysed by laughter. Man. He LOOKS like he has a boner. I can’t stop imagining him surreptitiously masturbating in every photo there.
This is old, but the Nissan (I think) commercial with the little boy going down into a cave full of cars. That didn’t make me want to buy a car, it made me cringe and want to call the police.
That Brawny commercial. Do the makers of Brawny want me to clean with the paper towels or masterbate with them? The cleaning up of the big, white dollop of “frosting” goes beyond suggestion.
That new Bailey’s Irish Cream commercial–the woman wants that last drop of Bailey’s hanging from the bottle, but instead of just swiping it with her finger, she lays back with her mouth open wide so the bartender can pour it in (someone else catches the drop in his glass before it reaches her mouth). Yeah, yeah, I get the blow job reference, but that ain’t what I want to imagine when I’m drinking.
(OK, giving or getting head, maybe–drinking jizz from a bottle, no thanks!)
My cringe-inducing commercial is back on the air again - or was, for Columbus Day sales. I’m talking about the Mattress Warehouse/Mattress Discounters ad where the lady first is narrowly missed by the swinging board, then she just misses stepping on the uncovered manhole, then she notices Mattress Warehouse sale going on, and steps out into the street - into the path of a car and is struck by the vehicle! Then she shows up in the store to pick out a mattress! Very creepy and cringe-inducing - they actually show her getting hit by the car/van (or whatever it is … I must confess that I’ve never been able to watch that part, I always close my eyes). Not to mention, too, that it’s insensitive of those who’ve lost loved ones to pedestrian accidents.
The David Spade/Capital One ads have gone far afield of any product salesmanship and now exist in their own twisted, stale little world. Any day now I expect the lifeless, smoking carcass of Chubsie to tumble out of a phone closet, bound with electrical cables, the words WHAT’S IN YOUR WALLET? scrawled in magic marker across his forehead.
I had a copy of Allure magazine. You know all those perfume and cologne ads, where one side of the paper is folded over so you can open it to smell the scent?
This ad featured a woman basking on blue water, under a blue sky, wearing a white dress that’s billowing in the breeze. The headline over her says something like, “Succumb to the freshness.” Complete with the little scented fold-over thingy. I turn the page, and see on the back that this is an ad for SCENTED TAMPONS! Jebus! I don’t want to smell that, no matter how flower-like and “fresh!” Yecch!
“Hundreds of families entered the nationwide search, resulting in a nail-biting final. The Doody family from Dudley, Wolverhampton beat off stiff competition to take their place as The Faces of Mr Brain’s Faggots. Frederick, Janet, Lewis, and Grace demonstrated absolute fanaticism for faggots as they took part in creating a Mr. Brain’s Faggots commercial, role-plays and quizzes.”
“Janet Doody. Favourite Faggot: On their own, as a snack.”
Jeez, I feel like I’m in Junior High all over again.
The recent commercials for Burger King and Quaker Oats with those oversized, immobile plastic faces are way beyiond creepy. If I saw one of those suddenly appear in front of me, I’d instinctively punch them in the face and run.
The ones where they’re encouraging parents to take out a life insurance policy on their child. There’s some situations where reassurances of financial reimbursement could’t possibly even be a consideration, thank you very much.
and more like this :o .