The latest installment in a whole slew of anti-drug commercials targeting teens shows leeches hanging off various people’s limbs. Leeches are disgusting, disgusting creatures. I do not want to see them ever, and especially not if I’m snacking in front of the TV, for God’s sake.
On top of that, the entire premise of the commercial is ridiculous and, of course, insulting to its ostensible target demographic. Putting a leech on your skin is in no way the equivalent of smoking pot; moreover, it assumes that peer pressure is the key reason kids would want to smoke. Ludicrous.
I still have to sheild my eyes from any of the VW “Holy shit!” commericals.
Also, I’m not gonna relate what my son yelled at the screen the first time he saw that Pedigree commercial for fear that you will think him cruel and mean for saying it. . . and me completely heartless for laughing.
It still makes me wanna go out and get a doggus. And we will, once we move out of the tiny apartment.
Pedigree is trying to sell their dog food; the end of the commercial says that Pedigree donates a portion of every purchase to animal shelters. And we can see that they’ve been successful with at least one poster in just this thread, already.
Normally, I’m really irritated by such slickly manipulative marketing, but… aww, puppies!
During college basketball season, viewers are constantly subjected to this Verizon commercial where a guy gets a shot blocked into his face. They show him at work the next day with his nose disgustingly bruised, and his co-workers are all making fun of him because somebody took video of it on his camera phone. I hate hate hate this commercial.
The Pedigree commercial JUST came on as I was reading this thread. It’s heart-breaking, sure, but I’m always trying to figure out why the dog’s inner monologue sounds exactly like David Duchovny.
That’s the one I came in here to post about. It’s supposed to be all Valentine’s-Day romantic, but it’s just creepy watching people get hit with arrows.
I’ve only seen the Pedigree commercial once, yesterday. It made me cry. I have five cats, and I wanted to go adopt one of those dogs. I don’t even want a dog and it made me want to go rescue them. That’s a very effective commercial. If they ever do it with cats, I’ll just puddle up on the floor (and feel tremendously guilty because I can’t bring home every one in the commercial.)
This goes way beyond the traditional “use this hair product, and someone wonderful with fall in love with you,” and beyond the embarrassment of having your artificially full-bodied hair unmasked. There she is, making out with her boyfriend, getting him all inflated, and her flat hair makes him go limp! Oh, no! Another lonely night when she has to come unscrewed, and all because she didn’t use the right hair stuff. :smack: So sad.
I hate that Cymbalta commercial. “Who does depression hurt? Everyone.” All these people in horrible beige homes with bad 1970’s paneling and decorating. I’d be depressed if I had to live in those homes too. And that guy with the freaking walrus mustache needs to shave!
I can’t remember what the product was. Basically it was to prevent women from developing shaving-related rashes.
I really, really do not need to have a nice tight close up of some woman’s groin, covered with a big red rash. And right in the middle of my usual lunch break. What…the…fuck…?
Another all-time favorite was the nasty toe fungus demon what peels peoples’ toenails off. Complete with “CRUUUUNCH” sound effect. Yeah, thank you. And thanks for putting that one, too, on my lunch break.
You mean where they spill shit all over and Mom comes to the rescue with Bounty/Brawny Pick-a-size It Will Clean Up Anything and isn’t mad at all?? Or even starts a food fight with the kid? Yeah.
There’s a commercial for one of the prescription medicines (for IBS?) that shows a series of stomachs. That’s it, just people holding their shirt tails up so you can see their stomachs. For some reason, my wife just has to leave the room when it comes on.
Yeah, I realize that - I guess I’m saying that it throws me off to be able to recognize the voice in that commercial. He’s speaking AS the dog, but then I think “Hey, that’s David Duchovny!” and I’m taken out of the moment. It’d probably be even sadder if I didn’t have that thought distracting me.
The Truth bastards have a new PSA featuring ice sculptures of women with plastic fetuses in them. Crowds gawk at them while the sculptures melt in the sun, and the plastic fetuses finally fall to the ground. After a sufficiently long time to make all viewers think “What the hell kind of statement is this supposed to be?” it comes up that 30 children lose their mothers to smoking every day.