Well, fuck you, Nike. Here I am giving you free publicity and you make it hard for me.
I caught the Nike "Write the Future" commercial on Facebook a couple of days ago. Absolutely brilliant, and I'll be the first one to say that international soccer has become WAY too commercial and outfits like Nike are among the worst offenders.
But I was absolutely entranced by the bit in the middle where Manchester United and England striker Wayne Rooney gets his pocket picked and in ten seconds his imagination takes him down the road to celebrity hell; public hatred, private failure, a byword and a hissing until he's groundskeeping for some dismal club mired in the bottom division and living in a crap trailer with a nasty ginger beard...so he races off and makes the saving tackle, to end up knighted, snogging the queen and whipping Roger Federer at table tennis.
So I embedded it in this post for your entertainment. Now I go and find that Nike has forced the original Vimeo poster to pull it down. Smart, Nike. Smart.
It's this kind of thing that makes the old business firms look like the south end of a northbound dinosaur. Sad, really. You had a chance to go viral, Nike, and you blew it.
(h/t to Nalden, who posted this on vimeo...)
Showing posts with label commercials. Show all posts
Showing posts with label commercials. Show all posts
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Last Stand
The original is here. I missed it during the game, but have run into it since then as one of the "best commercials" from this years SB (and as an aside, since when did the Big Game become as much about the commercials as the onfield play? Oh, yeah, maybe since there have been so many truly sucky Superbowls...).
I watched the commercial and thought it was just whiny and stereotypical; boy has to do "girly" things for his girl but he gets to sport his woody behind the wheel? Gee, that's original, Dodge. Get over yourselves, guys. Get a friggin' Chevy Nova or whatever and just drive to the damn grocery store. Your ride has nothing to do with your pecker, get it? And for God's sake quit whining about your girlfriend. She's willing to put up with YOUR shit without whining about it.
Or not.Heh. Get some, gals.
I watched the commercial and thought it was just whiny and stereotypical; boy has to do "girly" things for his girl but he gets to sport his woody behind the wheel? Gee, that's original, Dodge. Get over yourselves, guys. Get a friggin' Chevy Nova or whatever and just drive to the damn grocery store. Your ride has nothing to do with your pecker, get it? And for God's sake quit whining about your girlfriend. She's willing to put up with YOUR shit without whining about it.
Or not.Heh. Get some, gals.
Labels:
commercials,
men and women,
sports,
TV
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Horizon Air 3471 PDX-Medford
I've flown this flight!Kidding aside; one seriously jacked commercial. Love it.
h/t to the Blue Gal - you're still the Meanest Obama Mama, girlfriend.
h/t to the Blue Gal - you're still the Meanest Obama Mama, girlfriend.
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