Actually, it just looks like a typical car ad, featuring self-centered, entitled jagoffs driving at dangerous speeds down urban streets while paying slight attention to what's in front of them because I'm Driving a Nissan Get Out of My Way.
("Raptor Bot?" That sounds pretty cool, actually. Not sure how chasing a truck is going to get you one, though. Is this how it works- trucks with the name of a toy on them are sure to be stuffed full of that toy? If that's the case, why didn't it stop at the store where it's sold out?)
No, "Fansville" isn't cursed. But we viewers sure are- cursed with an apparently endless parade of these brain cell-destroying, will-to-live-sucking Dr. Pepper ads whose charm- never in abundance- dried up several seasons ago. Some companies beat a cute idea into the ground. Dr. Pepper beats a cute idea into the ground, digs it back up, beats it again, quarters it, and sends the parts to the four corners of sanity to be nailed to road posts as warnings to us viewers to stop praying for the day that Fansville ads are finally banished from our tv sets. May that day come sooner rather than later.
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