I hate Peyton Manning, but I sure do love this commercial. Reminds me of the days when Tom Brady won 3 Super Bowls in 4 years, and your boy Peyton was like that unmarried cousin we all have...no rings.
Having fun with commercials!
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Cut That Meat!
I hate Peyton Manning, but I sure do love this commercial. Reminds me of the days when Tom Brady won 3 Super Bowls in 4 years, and your boy Peyton was like that unmarried cousin we all have...no rings.
Monday, November 18, 2013
Nationwide Baby -- The Uncle Craigy Remix
Spot
on. Is there anyone in the world who doesn’t call their car their baby? I
remember the feeling of getting the first scratch on my car. I was absolutely
FUMING. How dare anyone make a tiny marking on my Ford Escape! Also, just how
hilarious is a huge baby? When it’s crying on the fire hydrant, just too funny.
Add in the music and this commercial just wins. Cars and babies. (Side note:
I’ve now written two blogs and they’ve both been about children. Do I have a
problem?)
-Uncle Craigy
Friday, November 15, 2013
Legend: Captain Morgan Pizza
Did Captain Morgan do it again, or did Captain Morgan do it again? Maybe I'm off base here, but ordering a delivery pizza in person is a legendary move on par with the clap-on clap-off light, Doritos Locos Tacos, and string cheese as a meal. I do, however, have one major gripe with the portrayal of this heist: these guys play it way too smooth. If I'm tying one on and gettin' shattad, I sure as hell wouldn't be suave, or smart, enough to execute this plan. Probably get the cops called on me for reckless behavior...so I guess I'd still be getting a free ride home.
Don't drink and drive! Five silver stars and half a gold one.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
1997 Universal Monsters Postage Stamps Commercial
Well, the USPS sure has fallen a long way since this commercial came out sixteen years ago! Don't get me wrong, I love this commercial and surely do respect the fine members of the United States Postal Service, but this is just ridiculous to me. First of all, the USPS used taxpayer money to advertise novelty stamps right around the time email reinvented the communication game. Second of all, why was this commercial on the air? Did the USPS and Universal Studios really think that stamps should be advertised AND be used to advertise? No chance they didn't get fired, no chance.
Rating: Pretty pretty pretty good
@CommercialTown
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
AT&T Cutest Grape and Welcome Uncle Craigy
Before getting into the post, allow me to introduce the newest member of the CommercialTown Team: Uncle Craigy. Also known as the Craigulator, this guy means business. He enjoys drinking double digit beers on weeknights, trading over-the-counter African equities, and crying himself to sleep. Ladies and gentleman, Uncle Craigy!
Do you know how long this series of commercials have been on
air? Almost a FULL YEAR! What
makes this commercial truly stand out over its many predecessors is how the one
girl completely steals the spotlight. These spots usually shine based on the
comments of one child combined with reactions from the others. But not here,
folks. We have a star in the making. I’ll never not laugh when I hear her say
“Kindergarten!” Bravo, AT&T. You continue to churn out masterpiece after
masterpiece. Now, maybe you should try to make your actual service half as good
as your commercials.
PS.
It’s absolutely terrifying that this girl is already so good at flaunting her adorableness. When she grows up, she is going to absolutely MANIPULATE boys.
-Uncle Craigy
(EDITORS NOTE: The comments about the young lady featured in this advert are solely the opinion of Uncle Craigy and in no way are reflective of CommercialTown as an organization)
Friday, November 8, 2013
Challenge: Watch this without crying
As a full-blooded Jewish American, I never thought a Christmas ad from the UK would turn me into an emotional wreck. That is, however, until this gem found its way into my life. As I type these words, a solitary tear trickles down my cheek, ever so slightly. The weird part of it is that nobody in my office has noticed that I'm crying right now. I guess that's just par for the course these days. Everyone probably has a pool behind my back to see what time I'm gonna start crying every day. Saying things like, "Oh don't mind Sam, he's just watching commercials and crying instead of adding shareholder value again."
If this commercial can inspire someone who couldn't be further from the target audience, I can't even imagine how those Christians over in London feel. Well done again, John Lewis department stores. Merry Christmas?
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Gatorade Big Heads
I don't always drink sports drinks (because I'm lazy and don't recreate), but when I do I prefer Gatorade. In my opinion, there are only two flavors of Gatorade I'd ever be caught dead with: Glacier Freeze for when I'm hungover, and Orange for those rare instances that I have enough motivation to get off the couch and do something with my life. Sometimes in the summer the Strawberry/Watermelon flavor mixes well with alcohols. Anything else, however, is simply barbaric. I legitimately ended a friendship with a kid in elementary school because he thought Fruit Punch was the best flavor...15 years later no regrets, that kid probably is unemployed or in jail now on account of poor Gatorade taste.
Also, big head commercials are funny. A-.
Monday, November 4, 2013
State of Turbulence II: Two Too Many
I will never insure myself with State Farm until the day I die. This is like the Obamacare of insurance commercials. You see it, know its going to be bad, but you can't look away and find yourself laughing at it. (EDITORS NOTE: I have no idea if Obamacare is a relevant reference, just trying to fit it in and see what happens) On one hand, I feel pretty bad for Aaron Rodgers here. He's definitely contractually obligated to be in these commercials with no creative oversight, and clearly the people over at Sterling Cooper Partners are just mailing it in at this point. On the other hand, he's raking in that cheddar and I ain't mad at that. At the end of the day, these commercials just plain suck. Grill class is stupid concept and possibly offensive to Chicagoans (is that right?) everywhere. If I were on a plane and all of a sudden people started grilling I'd be pretty fucking pissed. Like I'm trying to take a nap or read, and now here are these guys just having a grill sesh like nobody else is around. Fuck those guys, and fuck this commercial...I'm out!
h/t to Uncle Craigy for finding this...literally came out today
Pour One Out For My Childhood Dreams
Today, I consider myself to be the luckiest man on Earth. I'm a big animated movies type of guy, especially those that relate to things from my childhood -- Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs is my favorite movie of all time. When I meandered across this trailer today, my jaw hung agape. "It can't be," I thought, "this must be some sort of cruel trick." Thankfully, this is not a joke...this movie is for real, featuring some of the best voice actors in the history of the modern motion picture. If someone could please direct me towards where I can gamble on the 2015 Oscars, I'd like to place 3 years of my salary on this coming home with Best Picture. I know for sure it'll beat Aquaman's box office record, so I'll probably put some schekels on that as well.
To rate this trailer would be an insult to rating things, so I'll leave it with this: Warner Brothers has earned at least one trip to the movies from this guy.
PS: I literally thought of this idea like 5 years ago
Friday, November 1, 2013
Will Ferrell Doing the Damn Thing
Will Ferrell is an evil genius. I'm almost 99.99% positive he didn't even consult with Old Milwaukee, the redheaded stepchild of beers, before going ahead and doing this. These are the types of luxuries you can afford when you are a comedy mogul, a true legend of the game. He was probably like, fuck it I'm going to Davenport, Iowa and making these videos because they're awesome and if you don't like it you can blow me. Not only are these commercials quaintly hilarious, but they remind me of my days drinking Milwaukee' Best Ice as a college freshman. Excuse me while I go cry and listen to Glory Days in the bathroom at work.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)