sjbooher: The other Intel ad was such a success that I can’t even find this one online due to the robot one popping up so much in search results. That makes this one mediocre in comparison. C.
jtherkal: Apparently even a computer nerd doesn’t know how to use the “search” part of a computer. I found it in .5 seconds, which makes me smarter than you. But it doesn’t make your grade wrong. C+. The plus is for computer labs in college.
sjbooher: I think they actually ran the same spot previously reviewed, so instead, here is some comedic gold for ya’ll. The question at this point is, who has the bigger gambling debt — Joe Montana, or Luke Wilson?
jtherkal: Such a skeptic. Are you saying there’s no possible way that Joe Montana tried this product and realized that it’s actually super effective at shaping his calves? Because that’s what I’m saying. There was one point, at about :37 when you can tell he’s laughing as he thinks about how he’s going to kill himself after the shoot. Maybe he was on the Nicolas Cage shopping plan.
I think I have to up my grade for Sketchers for somehow pulling this off. B.
sjbooher: Sorry, jtherkal, but the Budweiser Clydesdales are as traditional as baseball and Mom’s apple pie. It’s an institution. It wouldn’t be the Super Bowl without them. I love them, and I love this. And if you hate this, that’s ok, because “Nothing comes between friends. Especially disagreements over ads.” A+.
jtherkal: It would have been great if when the Clydesdale was all grown up, he went by that field, but instead of the bull running to catch up, he was being jerked-off by a farmer who had to go inseminate other cows with bull semen, because that’s what farmers do. Then the bull just looks at the horse and his eyes say “have fun pulling that shitty beer cart, idiot.” Then the farmer feeds the bull a bucket of beer. C.
And do you know what does come between friends? Defensive Scrabble. I don’t know if I can play against you anymore.
sjbooher:No triple word scores on my watch, playa!
sjbooher: Amazing… they even pulled off sexism/misogyny with babies! But the people love it, apparently… C.
jtherkal: The people love it indeed! This is one of the only ads that quieted the entire Super Bowl party. People want to know what that baby is going to say. Milkawhat!? A.
jtherkal: If you like Coke that much, keep some at your camp, jackass. Don’t go steal it from some poor African. This didn’t really live up to the level that Coke has set for itself recently. Plus, that song was from an old-time porno I had as a kid, so whenever I hear it, that’s all I can think of. C.
sjbooher: Ha, I love: “If you like Coke that much, keep some at your camp, jackass”. Also, Coke joined the male pantsless club, with this one, if that counts. About halfway through, I thought “What’s the product? I’m no longer watching, let’s go buy some Ambien.” F.
sjbooher: FloTV? TruTV? What? Who? Huh? Troy Polamalu = Steeler = Pittsburgh = Worst = F. And really, is his Q rating that high that he deserves the 2nd (I’m guessing he’s at least in the top 5 right now) most commercials of any NFL player?
jtherkal: I’m confused. I liked the Polamalu shampoo commercials. And sometimes commercials where people are miniature are funny, but I’m just not feeling this one. It did a good job communicating the message, at a time when people are starting to realize we’ll be without football for six months, that they can get more football on Tru TV (which used to be Court TV, I believe, and then maybe Crime TV, they can’t pick a winning formula). And if you’re going to do a Puxatony Phil joke, why not use Phil Rivers? C.
sjbooher: They should just run the OJ trial on a loop… that was the only time that network was relevant.
sjbooher: And there’s some creepy manvertising going on that I didn’t even catch (although I did subliminally, I guess… as I remember thinking, “Damn, I wish the Losties had ignored Jack. Then someone else could have been the main character!”). D. From manvertised.com:
“This Bud Light ad, though, is by far the most disturbing. The woman, attempting to take charge of the group of survivors, demonstrating a technical aptitude and leadership skills, is immediately drowned out by a prototyptical manvertising character, the dumb guy who only cares about beer. Her efforts are thwarted, twice, by his unwillingness to let her spoil the fun. Here, the woman’s voice is an disruptive annoyance.”