Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Friday, October 09, 2009

"...and it's an ad for fucking pretzels!"

At a message board, the basic content of which I'm a little nervous about mentioning in mixed company, I was linked to a commercial ostensibly selling the Xbox 360. Given the premise and the "South Park"-like execution (cf. "Lil' Crime Stoppers"), I couldn't tell you what the fuck it was selling. Also, it was banned in America. Is it any wonder that we trail so many countries in education?

The ad reminded me, however, of a category I need to try and get posted at TV Tropes if it's not already there. The post title (also the potential name of the trope) comes from "Dennis Miller Live":




"TV commercials nowadays are unrecognizable from what they were twenty years ago. Now, you get these out-of-focus MTV jump-cuts with a throbbing techno soundtrack, writhing supermodels in tankinis simulating lesbian sex in the rain, a nun riding a yellow bike and a little barefoot kid in a Guatemalan village...and it's an ad for fucking pretzels."



This is the Xbox ad in question, by the way:

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