I went ahead and finished it. You missed the guy explaining the ad. There’s been a change in America, and now both parents often work, leaving no time to make food. So Sizzler is there to pick up the slack. Then you get a second verse about how Americans love Sizzler while watching people make the most ridiculous faces and otherwise horrible acting. Then there’s another long voiceover explaining the concept of a buffet and saying it’s “the freedom of choice that American want.” Then a final verse of “Sizzler is the choice, of America,” again pushing the angle that Sizzler means freedom, while showing a bunch of Americana images. Then it ends with them whispering “Sizzler” where you almost expect them to say “Mentos, the freshmaker.”
Thanks for the post, Chefguy. That was a treat of so bad it’s good.
What’s amazing is how Evil Sizzler is. The declared bankruptcy just to get out of a couple bad leases, no one but managers got any severance pay, leaving all their waitstaff & cook staff on the street with no money, no warning , nothing.
A ten-second commercial on Hulu where a guy in a suit is stuffing everything from toilet paper rolls to stuffed animals down a toilet, splashing water everywhere including on himself. He declares “I’m the kid in 6-B who’s making it rain in 5-B!” and goes back to stuffing the toilet with a maniacal grin, all to sell renter’s insurance.
I want to brain this guy with a toaster oven.
If my kid did something this stupid, I’d shake his teeth loose.
Speaking of golfers, Rory Mcilroy is currently shilling for UK bank Santander (yes, I know it’s Spanish-based but he’s doing ads for the UK company). The campaign also features racing driver Jensen Button and Olympian Jessica Ennis-Hill, both of whom do a tolerable job of saying their lines and interacting with the other people in the ads, but Mcilroy has this dead-eyed stare and flat delivery that creeps me out - all he needs is a bit of underlighting and he’d look like something from Lovecraft.
I completely agree! I can’t even understand that kid. I believe it’s for care.com.
I can’t stand the Les Schwab kit-tens commercial. Most of us say “kitns”, but this lady says “kit-tens”. At least in the end we learn the kit-ten is spoiled rot-ten. Drives me bonkers.
For your viewing pleasure, since I believe this is mostly a northwest/northern, CA company:
No kidding. I had a similar experience. I have bad allergies and had what everyone assumed were terrible “sinus headaches” all through my high school years and just suffered through it using coffee and aspirin and sudafed and diet coke.
When I was in college, we’d had a solid week of rain and horrible weather. I had the worst headache I could remember. Couldn’t even sleep through it well. So I went to my doctor and said, “Doc, this Tylenol sinus stuff is crap! It doesn’t get rid of my headaches at all! And I feel queasy!”
Four questions later, I found out I didn’t have “sinus headaches”, they were migraines. And I had a prescription for Fioricet (no triptans yet).
Went home, took one, the “sinus headache” went away. I slept like a rock for twelve hours.
Buick spends millions of dollars to make their front grilles instantly recognizable, then they spend millions of dollars making commercials saying that people don’t recognize them.
That’s what I was thinking, too. Most car companies go to great lengths to have a certain style of grill/front end for their vehicles. Each brand has a “look” that should be recognizable - think of Acura, Audi, Cadillac, and, yes, Buick. Buick has had a similar front end look for at least six years, and has had the exact same logo/emblem for 14 years, which isn’t that much different than the one they had for decades.
So, Buick is marketing to people who know nothing about cars, don’t care about cars, haven’t thought of Buick in 20 years, think Buicks look the same as they did 20-40 years ago, think Buicks are unappealing, and are obviously clueless. Great marketing campaign.
Whenever I see that brewer leaning over the big vats of Sam Adams beer to stir them up, all I can think of is those crinkly beard hairs falling into the beer. Yerk.
I hear these on the radio, and it sounds like good old George took one too many punches in the head and perhaps lost a few teeth. It’s not that he doesn’t know the name, just that he don’t speak too good anymore.
