OK, I’d never heard of it before I started seeing these commercials, and I still have no idea what it is. (Haven’t bothered to Google yet.) I still get a “Happy Fun Ball” vibe every time I see them, they seem so fake.
The fact that they can continue to afford TV advertising is proof enough that the ads are working. They’re selling tubes of wax for headache relief, for cryin out loud, advertising is the only thing they have.
Horrible commercials?
Vonage.
I don’t care how good their product is. Subjecting me to that goddamned “woo-woo-woo” all the freaking time, always louder than the rest of the ads on TV, guarantees that they will never ever get my money.
Several years ago, Jack-In-The-Box burgers ran a commercial…I still feel queasy.
In it, a man pulls up to a gas pump labeled Burgers, puts the hose muzzle to the mouth, & pumps a horrible brown GOO into it.
The GOO closely resembles raw sewage. Or diarrhaea.
UGH!
Dad & I wrote & called Jack-In-The-Box Coroprate to complain. :mad: :mad: :mad:
Who needs to see such things during the dinner hour? Or at all! :mad: :mad: :mad:
I guess a lot of other did, too, because it was yanked at Warp Speed.
That one backfired. I can’t pass a Jack-In-The-Box without feeling ill.
My reaction when I saw the original Head On commercial for the first time was, Isn’t it interesting that they make absolutely no claim concerning what the product is supposed to do? Even in the follow-up ads, they still make no claim about the efficacy of the product, or even mention the word “headache.”
Of course, this allows them to skirt the FDA regulations, since they don’t actually claim that the product does anything, there is no false or misleading advertising involved.
It’s allegedly a homeopathic headache remedy. They claim you can touch it to your forehead and the headache goes away. Chemical analysis shows it to be 100% wax. The standard homepathic claim is that when the active ingredient (whatever it is) is dissolved in a medium (usually water, in this case wax), it somehow changes the molecules of the medium and the more you dilute it the more “powerful” it gets. Then they sell you vials of water and crayons to rub on your head. It’s a lucrative industry because it seems that people will believe almost anything.
When I’m in a restaraunt, I order homeopathic iced tea, meaning ice water. I have yet to find anyone who gets the joke.
No, they don’t. All they claim is, “Apply directly to the forehead.” Where in the ads does it say anything about headaches going away?
I can see how it might help a stress headache. The person rubs it on his head and the very confidence that he has in its effectiveness reduces his stress. Thinking similarly, however, he could do the same thing rubbing a potato on his head. So the test results are skewed by a cum hoc fallacy: “I put the wax on my head. My headache went away. The wax cured me.”
I’ll take you word for about the TV ads (I don’t remember), but it’s definitely marketed elsewhere as a pain reliever.
I despise that commercial as I see the reaction of the kids as a reflection of the advertisers’ societal expectations of children as loud, ill-behaved monsters who haven’t been taught that they can express their feelings without being obnoxious about it. (As a side note, I asked my mother one time while we were viewing this commercial if any of us kids had ever behaved like that. Her reaction: “I would have never allowed you to act like that.”) This, in turn, makes me wonder about the people who are “supposed” to be driving these vehicles. Do they have ill-behaved children that reflect their own self-centered and aggrandizing tendencies? Do they burst into loud fits of emotion any time they feel something, whether it be good or bad? Are we as a society “supposed” to be viewing this as any sort of model behavior? Why on earth would we want to follow this example of behavior?
You, sir, have viewed a commercial for the strangest version of a neti pot that I have ever heard of. Normally, when rinsing one’s sinuses, the water goes in one nostril and out the other. You tilt your head in a certain direction to make sure the water doesn’t go to the back of your throat. Either way, I can’t imagine that commercial being appetizing at all, as the “contraption” in my head reminds me of this new Billy Mays-related toilet bowl cleaner cleaner that’s been advertised lately.
By the way, I hate any commercial with Billy Mays in it. He’s the most annoying announcer that’s been in regular commercials.
The original ads for it did. I remember seeing them before the FDA pounced and was a bit amused by the new wording afterwards.
Dude…are you like my long lost twin brother or something?
Oh, and to add to the list there’s a local (very black) tax service that is doing some cheese-dick white vs. black ‘Dukes of Hazzard’ thing.
You know those local car dealership commercials with a couple inbred jackasses who think they’re clever? It’s like that but with lower production values and more pretentiousness - they even did it in black and white!
-Joe, wantin’ his 30 second tax refund check
I was going to start a thread like this, but now I can’t remember either of the two commercials that inspired it.
Oh, wait. Actually, that’s not that bad.
Every time he comes on the TV I want to whimper “why are you yelling at me?”
I don’t understand the Cialis commercials where the couple ends up in separate bathtubs on a hillside. WTF is that all about?
Well that’s obvious. They’re about to push off and race to the bottom of the hill.
Recently, during the “Child Stars Grown Up” special. 
I hate the one for man-zyme or whatever it is; the guy picking up the hot dancing woman at the club. Be “ready”, gents, for what looks like an anonymous hook-up. And yet she knows all about him not being on a prescription but being on man-zyme. :rolleyes:
I think the ones with the people in the burger suits are worse. They’re trying to be amusing by being awful, and while they ARE awful, they still aren’t funny.
What bugs the shit out of me about that one is where they’re eating. Take a look next to the driver’s head next time it’s on – they’re sitting at the drive-thru menu board. In my world, if you go through the drive-thru, get your food, and then pull around and parkb in the drive-thru, someone is going to take a tire iron to your car window.
I had less of a problem with that one once I found out that it wasn’t made to be a commercial – that’s an actual home movie of two kids going apeshit for a N64 (edited to be a some kind of robot for the commercial).