Badvertising: The AYDs Diet
A double-whammy of commercial goodness for you today. Yeah, yeah, it's almost the end of January, 2009 has kicked in in earnest, and frankly you can't be bothered sticking to an arbitrary plan you made to shed those pounds (simply because you managed to convince yourself for a brief second that this year might not be as soul-crushingly disappointing as the last one, and that your ambitions and schemes might ...
Myspace Trawl – Telepopmusik
For some reason, the UK has taken it upon themselves to hate every other nation in the world. Mostly through headlines on grubby downmarket tabloids, we are always reminded to hate the Germans because of the war and the Scottish due to an old butchering rivalry, with the other country that deluded working class white boys high on cider and bad drugs seem to hate being France.
Now why should we hate the French? They’ve given us plenty of things to like - from wine, through Va-Va-Vaoom and even a strange love of horse burgers (it's like a tough steak). Granted, the last choice is more for animal protestors to piss and moan over.
But no, getting drunk off a Frenchman’s grapes isn’t good enough; we have to assume they all eat baguettes, cycle everywhere on crap bikes and wear necklaces of garlic instead of buying stuff from H&M. Thank the lord for
Telepopmusik then eh?
Sweeney Todd In Trouble?
Singing? In film? Disgusting.
Warning: Sweeney Todd is a musical. That’s not breaking news we know, but there are some people out there that are picking themselves up off the floor following that revelation.
The Guardian reports that there were inadequate warnings that singing took place in
Tim Burton’s latest edition. “It resembles a vintage Tim Burton movie, but nowhere does the trailer mention the fact that Sweeney Todd is a musical. In fact, it goes out of its way to conceal the fact that the movie is entirely sung, save for a few snippets of dialogue.”
Bad Advertising: Mr T’s Geek Commercial
If we had the chance to meet Mr T, we’d literally collapse in excitement and piss ourselves until our bladder was dry. However, after watching his latest commercial, we’d really just want to know where it all went wrong.
We all know and love Mr T as B.A Baracus from The A-Team, where every week he’d literally go ape-shit on all the evil-doers and make sure they’d never trouble the orphanage, little Jimmy or your mum ever again. He’s such a hard bloke that we’d never dream of even challenging him to a game of paper, stones and scissors. Probably because he wouldn’t use any of those three tools. He’d just use the fourth weapon of pain to kick our arse.