Two adowable wittle girls walk up to their graying father, who is trying to enjoy a little Me time with the newspaper in what is an obviously upscale living room in an obviously upscale neighborhood. One of these precious little things says "Dad, we think it's time" and hands the guy a box of Just for Men hair coloring. "You could be a really good catch for someone!"
Oh COME ON. Never, in the history of our planet, has a pre-teen girl tried to get her (widowed?divorced?) father to date. I mean, this is disturbing on so many levels. Why do these girls want their dad to play the field? Did their mom die? Are their parents divorced and the girls have a bad relationship with mom? Doesn't really matter- girls this age are NOT interested in seeing their dads going off on dates.
And it's not like they've even picked out a woman that they like- the daughter says "you could be a really good catch for someone"- not "we think you should date Miss Jones, our homeroom teacher." They don't want daddy going out with a particular woman- just ANY woman. NOW.
It gets worse- the guy takes the daughters' advice, goes out on a date, and sends a photo of himself with his new lady friend to her daughters- who high-five eachother with delight.
Again- COME ON!! There are many emotions a preteen girl may feel when her father begins to date again. Resentment. Jealousy. Renewed sense of loss. Anxiety over the future. But happiness over seeing their dad hooking up with a new woman? Not a chance.
Why do the nice people at Nice and Easy want to show little girls anxious to see their dad playing the field, anyway? Do they imagine this is cute? It's not. It's just creepy and weird and not at all realistic.
But heck, at least Keith Hernandez doesn't make an appearence. That's something, anyway.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Smoke Free- just your standard S&H Scam
"You could try the nicotine patch or gums which cost $200-$400, only to find that they have a success rate of 7%, with no refund when they fail, 93% of the time...."-- the words come flying out of the announcer's lips so quickly, it's a bit hard to process the first time. Coincidence?
The ad is for "All-Natural Smoke Free," and it focuses far more on what's wrong with the traditional stop-smoking products than what's right about the product they are trying to sell here. In fact, we are never told what makes All-Natural Smoke Free work.
Yes, you could try the nicotine patch or gum, both of which are often recommended by doctors. "But these will cost you $200-$400." Oh, really? One nicotine patch, worn for a month, will set you back $21 at the online pharmacy I checked out. One hundred and fifty pieces of Nicorette (about a two-month supply for heavy smokers) will cost you $65. Both products are designed to wean you off Nicotine, not become permanent substitutes for cigarettes. So where did All-Natural Smoke Free come up with this $200-$400 figure? You'd have to use BOTH the patch and gum for FOUR MONTHS to reach $200 in expenses (not to mention the money you are saving by NOT SMOKING during this time.) I can only assume that the good people at All Natural Smoke Free just pulled those figures out of their butts (no pun intended.)
But here's the real red flag in this commercial: You can try this product risk-free, paying nothing but a small shipping and handling fee (the phrase "small shipping and handling fee" is used TWICE during the commercial, which is never a good sign.) And my favorite part: What do you get for your "small shipping and handling fee?" A "thirty-day supply of the Smoke Free Capsules (what are they? What are the active ingredients? We are never told) "A capsule holder" (Come on!) A "DVD support program" (DING DING DING!! PHONY HYPNOTISM ALERT! I SMELL KEVIN TRUDEAU!) "Weight loss capsules" (DING DING DING! THIS PRODUCT WORKS SO WELL, YOU'LL BE REPLACING CIGARETTE CRAVINGS WITH FOOD CRAVINGS!!) and a "guide to smoke-free living" (SEE DVD SUPPORT PROGRAM ALERT.)
What does all of this add up to? "A $130 value." Where does this figure come from? I'm not going to repeat the bad pun, but you get the idea. Sugar pills, a plastic container for the sugar pills, and handful of Dexatrim tablets, a stack of CDs designed to keep you entertained while your risk-free trial period expires, and a brochure is a "$130 value?" I doubt it.
Again, you get all this stuff for just a "small shipping and handling fee." And if it doesn't work, just send it back- on your dime, of course.
Come on. You are going to pay a lot of money on Shipping and Handling for a big, heavy box of junk-DVDs that are worse than worthless, weight-loss capsules you could easily pick up at the nearest pharmacy (and get free advice on which ones to take while you are there,) and a "guide" which probably spends more time telling you about time-share opportunities in the Caribbean than it does about quitting smoking.
This ad makes me almost as angry as the ones for Credit Counselors. Especially in bad economic times, there are a lot of people out there desperate to quit an addiction that may cost them thousands of dollars a year, and here come these scumbags on the radio to try to scam them out of money they don't have. I'd call them shameless, but they'd probably take it as a compliment.
The ad is for "All-Natural Smoke Free," and it focuses far more on what's wrong with the traditional stop-smoking products than what's right about the product they are trying to sell here. In fact, we are never told what makes All-Natural Smoke Free work.
Yes, you could try the nicotine patch or gum, both of which are often recommended by doctors. "But these will cost you $200-$400." Oh, really? One nicotine patch, worn for a month, will set you back $21 at the online pharmacy I checked out. One hundred and fifty pieces of Nicorette (about a two-month supply for heavy smokers) will cost you $65. Both products are designed to wean you off Nicotine, not become permanent substitutes for cigarettes. So where did All-Natural Smoke Free come up with this $200-$400 figure? You'd have to use BOTH the patch and gum for FOUR MONTHS to reach $200 in expenses (not to mention the money you are saving by NOT SMOKING during this time.) I can only assume that the good people at All Natural Smoke Free just pulled those figures out of their butts (no pun intended.)
But here's the real red flag in this commercial: You can try this product risk-free, paying nothing but a small shipping and handling fee (the phrase "small shipping and handling fee" is used TWICE during the commercial, which is never a good sign.) And my favorite part: What do you get for your "small shipping and handling fee?" A "thirty-day supply of the Smoke Free Capsules (what are they? What are the active ingredients? We are never told) "A capsule holder" (Come on!) A "DVD support program" (DING DING DING!! PHONY HYPNOTISM ALERT! I SMELL KEVIN TRUDEAU!) "Weight loss capsules" (DING DING DING! THIS PRODUCT WORKS SO WELL, YOU'LL BE REPLACING CIGARETTE CRAVINGS WITH FOOD CRAVINGS!!) and a "guide to smoke-free living" (SEE DVD SUPPORT PROGRAM ALERT.)
What does all of this add up to? "A $130 value." Where does this figure come from? I'm not going to repeat the bad pun, but you get the idea. Sugar pills, a plastic container for the sugar pills, and handful of Dexatrim tablets, a stack of CDs designed to keep you entertained while your risk-free trial period expires, and a brochure is a "$130 value?" I doubt it.
Again, you get all this stuff for just a "small shipping and handling fee." And if it doesn't work, just send it back- on your dime, of course.
Come on. You are going to pay a lot of money on Shipping and Handling for a big, heavy box of junk-DVDs that are worse than worthless, weight-loss capsules you could easily pick up at the nearest pharmacy (and get free advice on which ones to take while you are there,) and a "guide" which probably spends more time telling you about time-share opportunities in the Caribbean than it does about quitting smoking.
This ad makes me almost as angry as the ones for Credit Counselors. Especially in bad economic times, there are a lot of people out there desperate to quit an addiction that may cost them thousands of dollars a year, and here come these scumbags on the radio to try to scam them out of money they don't have. I'd call them shameless, but they'd probably take it as a compliment.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Why get it for free when you can BUY it?
When you get off the metro at the National Mall in Washington, DC there are always guys to greet you and offer to sell you maps of the Mall, showing you where all the museums are and what their hours of operation are. If you don't purchase one of these maps, you'll have to wait until you actually walk into one of the (free) museums to pick one up (for free.)
That's right- the guys standing in front of the metro station are offering to sell you maps they snatched up at the information booths in the museums and which are available to all comers, for free.
Kind of sleazy, right? Maybe you'd even call it a fleecing, or a rip off. Well then, how are we to describe what the good people at FreeCreditReport.com offer us in radio and television commercials?
We all know the commercials featuring the idiot with the guitar, singing his tales of woe- how his whole life went down the toilet because someone stole his identity, and oh if ONLY he had taken advantage of FreeCreditReport.com, he could have prevented the disaster which brought him down "like an atom bomb" (to borrow from the lyrics of one of his commercials.
Side Note- is this guy the unluckiest shmuck in the universe, or what? First, the theft of his identity reduces him to dressing up like Judge Reinhold in Fast Times at Ridgmont High and selling fish to "tourists in t-shirts." Later, we see him living in his mother-in-law's basement with his new wife, who had her credit stolen. I think when the asteroid that ultimately kills us all finally slams into the Earth, it will land on this guy's house. Or basement.
FreeCreditReport.com sells a service you are entitled to for FREE- everyone is entitled to a free accounting of their credit score from each of the scoring industries every single year. If you sign up for a "free" credit report from FreeCreditReport.com, you'll get a "free" credit report- but you'll also get 11 credit reports over the next year which will cost you $14.95 each.
That's right- you'll pay almost $180 for something you are entitled to for FREE. Of course, you get 12 credit reports instead of one, but you only need that many reports if the commercials have made you paranoid that Identity Thieves are stalking you, waiting for you to drop your guard for a moment so they can swoop in and steal your good name. Better get constant updates on your credit, or you'll be doomed to holding down crappy jobs (Why? What does having bad credit have to do with getting a decent job? It makes NO SENSE!) and living in basements.
One more snark- the commercial that shows the FreeCreditReport.com moron playing an electric guitar at a Renaissance Faire. Fail, fail, fail!! I'll admit to being enough of a geek to like Renaissance Faires, and I can tell you that none worth the title would allow a performer to use an electric guitar!
If you still want to sign up for FreeCreditReport.com, I have some maps of the National Mall I'd like to sell you.
That's right- the guys standing in front of the metro station are offering to sell you maps they snatched up at the information booths in the museums and which are available to all comers, for free.
Kind of sleazy, right? Maybe you'd even call it a fleecing, or a rip off. Well then, how are we to describe what the good people at FreeCreditReport.com offer us in radio and television commercials?
We all know the commercials featuring the idiot with the guitar, singing his tales of woe- how his whole life went down the toilet because someone stole his identity, and oh if ONLY he had taken advantage of FreeCreditReport.com, he could have prevented the disaster which brought him down "like an atom bomb" (to borrow from the lyrics of one of his commercials.
Side Note- is this guy the unluckiest shmuck in the universe, or what? First, the theft of his identity reduces him to dressing up like Judge Reinhold in Fast Times at Ridgmont High and selling fish to "tourists in t-shirts." Later, we see him living in his mother-in-law's basement with his new wife, who had her credit stolen. I think when the asteroid that ultimately kills us all finally slams into the Earth, it will land on this guy's house. Or basement.
FreeCreditReport.com sells a service you are entitled to for FREE- everyone is entitled to a free accounting of their credit score from each of the scoring industries every single year. If you sign up for a "free" credit report from FreeCreditReport.com, you'll get a "free" credit report- but you'll also get 11 credit reports over the next year which will cost you $14.95 each.
That's right- you'll pay almost $180 for something you are entitled to for FREE. Of course, you get 12 credit reports instead of one, but you only need that many reports if the commercials have made you paranoid that Identity Thieves are stalking you, waiting for you to drop your guard for a moment so they can swoop in and steal your good name. Better get constant updates on your credit, or you'll be doomed to holding down crappy jobs (Why? What does having bad credit have to do with getting a decent job? It makes NO SENSE!) and living in basements.
One more snark- the commercial that shows the FreeCreditReport.com moron playing an electric guitar at a Renaissance Faire. Fail, fail, fail!! I'll admit to being enough of a geek to like Renaissance Faires, and I can tell you that none worth the title would allow a performer to use an electric guitar!
If you still want to sign up for FreeCreditReport.com, I have some maps of the National Mall I'd like to sell you.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Dear Volkswagen: Sell me THAT car! Or just shut up!
Full disclosure: My first car was a black 1964 Volkswagen Beetle. Actually, the car was my grandfather's, but he let me drive it any time I wanted. Until one day in 1983, when I lost control of it trying to avoid a deer on a dirt road, rolled it three times, and totaled it.
My second car- and the first one which had a title in my name- was a blaze-orange 1974 Superbeetle. I loved that car. Except for the fact that it burned more oil than gasoline, broke down pretty much every other day, and wouldn't start if it was under 32 degrees outside until I had a little heater installed underneath the engine, it was a great car. Broke my heart to sell it- for $600- after a year when it was time to go back to college.
Anyway, what all this is leading to is my critique of the series of Volkswagen commercials featuring the black VW bug talking into a microphone- first saying "thees is getting very interesting" (when it really, really wasn't- I mean, come on, a floating computer screen which you signed to find out which cookie-cutter volkswagen matched your personality?) The Jump the Shark moment for this particular theme was when we had an utterly creepy pair of twins come in to pick out a car- one of the Stepford Sisters says "I came in yesterday and got a Passat with Sign and Drive, and now my sister wants one too." This sister is ultimately mortified when it turns out her clone is better matched to a Jetta. Horrors! (As if there's any difference between a Passat and a Jetta- Slylock Fox would be stumped attempting to find one.)
And now the tag line is "it's what the people want."
What the people want is a boring pseudo-compact that only comes in white? Really? Well, at least you aren't trying to tell me that "this is getting very interesting" anymore. But in your most recent effort, dear Volkswagen people, you've really lost me.
We have a number of people telling us things like " the people want good gas mileage." "the people want comfort." "the people want style." Then you totally blow it, showing what appears for all the world like an 8-year old girl telling us from the back seat "the people want to go potty. Now."
Potty? Really? From an eight-year old? Uck. Come on.
Bring back the clone girls. At least they had a potentially interesting storyline: the passive-agressive battle between the Dominant Human and her once-submissive, suddenly slightly assertive copy. Now that the formerly retiring spinoff has broken free and purchased a Jetta, what's next? Different clothes? A smile?
Come on. Be bold. Show us the back story. I'm sure it will be plenty ugly, but it's bound to be better than infantalized preteens demanding a chance to go Potty.
POTTY? Did you even look at this girl before you handed her the script?
My second car- and the first one which had a title in my name- was a blaze-orange 1974 Superbeetle. I loved that car. Except for the fact that it burned more oil than gasoline, broke down pretty much every other day, and wouldn't start if it was under 32 degrees outside until I had a little heater installed underneath the engine, it was a great car. Broke my heart to sell it- for $600- after a year when it was time to go back to college.
Anyway, what all this is leading to is my critique of the series of Volkswagen commercials featuring the black VW bug talking into a microphone- first saying "thees is getting very interesting" (when it really, really wasn't- I mean, come on, a floating computer screen which you signed to find out which cookie-cutter volkswagen matched your personality?) The Jump the Shark moment for this particular theme was when we had an utterly creepy pair of twins come in to pick out a car- one of the Stepford Sisters says "I came in yesterday and got a Passat with Sign and Drive, and now my sister wants one too." This sister is ultimately mortified when it turns out her clone is better matched to a Jetta. Horrors! (As if there's any difference between a Passat and a Jetta- Slylock Fox would be stumped attempting to find one.)
And now the tag line is "it's what the people want."
What the people want is a boring pseudo-compact that only comes in white? Really? Well, at least you aren't trying to tell me that "this is getting very interesting" anymore. But in your most recent effort, dear Volkswagen people, you've really lost me.
We have a number of people telling us things like " the people want good gas mileage." "the people want comfort." "the people want style." Then you totally blow it, showing what appears for all the world like an 8-year old girl telling us from the back seat "the people want to go potty. Now."
Potty? Really? From an eight-year old? Uck. Come on.
Bring back the clone girls. At least they had a potentially interesting storyline: the passive-agressive battle between the Dominant Human and her once-submissive, suddenly slightly assertive copy. Now that the formerly retiring spinoff has broken free and purchased a Jetta, what's next? Different clothes? A smile?
Come on. Be bold. Show us the back story. I'm sure it will be plenty ugly, but it's bound to be better than infantalized preteens demanding a chance to go Potty.
POTTY? Did you even look at this girl before you handed her the script?
Saturday, February 28, 2009
The Mysterious World of BNI
As a regular listener to talk radio, I'm more than accustomed to being buried by 800-numbers being hurled at me during every commercial. As an XM Radio devotee, I've become rather spoiled by seeing the name of the company trying to sell me something appear on the screen- right above the 800-number, of course. And this is what vexes me so much about this shadowy commercial for something called "BNI."
Two women are chatting, apparently walking through a new home. "Wow, I can't believe this place- four bedrooms, three baths? Gee, you're only thirty, we make the same salary Maggie, how can you...." one woman exclaims. The other replies "my mortgage payment is only $300 a month."
The first woman mutters "that's less than my rent!" (Side note: jeesh, is this necessary? Who the hell is paying less than $300 a month for rent? Unless you are living in subsidized housing, you are paying a LOT more than that. And if you are living in subsidized housing, how DARE you complain about the cost?)
The second woman says "I just called BNI for The List!"
At this point a male narrarator jumps in to explain that "foreclosed houses are a real bargain, many are sold with no money down!" An example of a house sold for $20,000- "just $199 a month!"- is provided. All you have to do is "call BNI for The List of bargains near you!" Do it quickly because "these listings go fast!"
Ok, just a couple of questions. First, why doesn't the name of this company appear on my XM screen during the commercial? I'm not even positive that it's called BNI. Maybe it's B and I. Maybe it's Bee and I. Could it be that this company doesn't want me to do an internet search ("BNI Cheap Houses Scam," for example? It may be Bargain Network, and if it is, RUN FOR THE HILLS!) Second, why no web page for this company? Same reason? All I can say is, in the year 2009 there is something very shady about a company selling commercials on the radio including only a toll free number and no web site.
Third- what's the real relationship between these two women? They seem to be friends, and we are told that they make the same salary. Yet one of them went out, got The List, and bought a house for practically nothing, while the other continued to live in a rented apartment. In real life, would not the first woman have mentioned something about her good fortune long before reaching the point of taking her on a tour of the house? I'd be royally ticked off at such a "friend"- hey, you KNOW I've been living in a crummy apartment all this time, why didn't you tell me about this great deal months ago??? Or better yet, instead of telling me to "call BNI for The List," why didn't you share YOUR list with ME? Talk about a "Thanks for Nothing" moment.
My best guess is that BNI sells foreclosure notices readily available in the newspaper or on the bulletin board down at town hall to people dumb enough to pay big bucks for a "subscription" to these "lists." I can't be sure, however, because the company prefers to live in the shadows. And that can't be a good sign.
Two women are chatting, apparently walking through a new home. "Wow, I can't believe this place- four bedrooms, three baths? Gee, you're only thirty, we make the same salary Maggie, how can you...." one woman exclaims. The other replies "my mortgage payment is only $300 a month."
The first woman mutters "that's less than my rent!" (Side note: jeesh, is this necessary? Who the hell is paying less than $300 a month for rent? Unless you are living in subsidized housing, you are paying a LOT more than that. And if you are living in subsidized housing, how DARE you complain about the cost?)
The second woman says "I just called BNI for The List!"
At this point a male narrarator jumps in to explain that "foreclosed houses are a real bargain, many are sold with no money down!" An example of a house sold for $20,000- "just $199 a month!"- is provided. All you have to do is "call BNI for The List of bargains near you!" Do it quickly because "these listings go fast!"
Ok, just a couple of questions. First, why doesn't the name of this company appear on my XM screen during the commercial? I'm not even positive that it's called BNI. Maybe it's B and I. Maybe it's Bee and I. Could it be that this company doesn't want me to do an internet search ("BNI Cheap Houses Scam," for example? It may be Bargain Network, and if it is, RUN FOR THE HILLS!) Second, why no web page for this company? Same reason? All I can say is, in the year 2009 there is something very shady about a company selling commercials on the radio including only a toll free number and no web site.
Third- what's the real relationship between these two women? They seem to be friends, and we are told that they make the same salary. Yet one of them went out, got The List, and bought a house for practically nothing, while the other continued to live in a rented apartment. In real life, would not the first woman have mentioned something about her good fortune long before reaching the point of taking her on a tour of the house? I'd be royally ticked off at such a "friend"- hey, you KNOW I've been living in a crummy apartment all this time, why didn't you tell me about this great deal months ago??? Or better yet, instead of telling me to "call BNI for The List," why didn't you share YOUR list with ME? Talk about a "Thanks for Nothing" moment.
My best guess is that BNI sells foreclosure notices readily available in the newspaper or on the bulletin board down at town hall to people dumb enough to pay big bucks for a "subscription" to these "lists." I can't be sure, however, because the company prefers to live in the shadows. And that can't be a good sign.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
"Can you hear me now?" More idiocy from Verizon Wireless
1. Man is heading to the laundry room in his apartment building with a load of laundry. Two creepy kids bleat "you don't want to go to the laundry room. It's a Dead Zone. No bars. No calls. No texts. No e-mail."
Guy with inevitable two-days growth of beard (because if it's the weekend, and it's a commercial, men must have two-days growth of beard) says "but I have Verizon Wireless (or just "the Network," which sounds eerily like something out of 1984 or The Matrix.)
Creepy kids: "That's cool."
Message: Man who appears to be an adult is, in fact, just as infantile as everyone with a cell phone on TV: the phone must always be in hand, like a security blanket, and you simply cannot even THINK of going somewhere which might deny you instant contact with the outside world, which of course is constantly clamouring for your attention. You can't take a walk in the park, go shopping, or do laundry without your precious little toy which exists to give you a pathetic sense of "belonging" to society. Actually, it's not so much a security blanket as it is an umbilical cord, because GOD FORBID if you aren't bent over a tiny keyboard or watching ESPN on a little screen, you might find yourself (gasp) actually talking to a fellow human being. Can't have that!
2. Black guy tries to rent a room at a motel. Old grizzled white motel manager says "we've got one room left, but I doubt you'll want it-- it's a Dead Zone, blah blah blah...."
Black customer "But I've got the Network."
White Manager: (Obviously dissapointed) "ooohhh....well...towels are kinda scratchy!"
I can't be the only one who senses a racist vibe in this commercial. The old motel owner doesn't want to rent the room, it's clear: he tells the customer that he "probably doesnt want the room." Assuming that EVERY customer nowadays owns a cell phone, does this guy give this warning to EVERY person who shows up when it's the only room left to rent? And what's with the "towels are kinda scratchy" comment? Has the owner just let the room go to hell? Why are the towels in that room different from the towels in all the other rooms?
I've been at a lot of hotel rooms where cell phone service is bad. No hotel clerk has ever warned me that cell phone service is bad when I've signed in; quite the contrary, I'm often told that there's free wireless internet access when in fact the access is so spotty it's not worth the effort. So what the hell is really going on here? Why is the motel manager bad-mouthing his own motel? And how comfortable is that black customer really going to be there?
Guy with inevitable two-days growth of beard (because if it's the weekend, and it's a commercial, men must have two-days growth of beard) says "but I have Verizon Wireless (or just "the Network," which sounds eerily like something out of 1984 or The Matrix.)
Creepy kids: "That's cool."
Message: Man who appears to be an adult is, in fact, just as infantile as everyone with a cell phone on TV: the phone must always be in hand, like a security blanket, and you simply cannot even THINK of going somewhere which might deny you instant contact with the outside world, which of course is constantly clamouring for your attention. You can't take a walk in the park, go shopping, or do laundry without your precious little toy which exists to give you a pathetic sense of "belonging" to society. Actually, it's not so much a security blanket as it is an umbilical cord, because GOD FORBID if you aren't bent over a tiny keyboard or watching ESPN on a little screen, you might find yourself (gasp) actually talking to a fellow human being. Can't have that!
2. Black guy tries to rent a room at a motel. Old grizzled white motel manager says "we've got one room left, but I doubt you'll want it-- it's a Dead Zone, blah blah blah...."
Black customer "But I've got the Network."
White Manager: (Obviously dissapointed) "ooohhh....well...towels are kinda scratchy!"
I can't be the only one who senses a racist vibe in this commercial. The old motel owner doesn't want to rent the room, it's clear: he tells the customer that he "probably doesnt want the room." Assuming that EVERY customer nowadays owns a cell phone, does this guy give this warning to EVERY person who shows up when it's the only room left to rent? And what's with the "towels are kinda scratchy" comment? Has the owner just let the room go to hell? Why are the towels in that room different from the towels in all the other rooms?
I've been at a lot of hotel rooms where cell phone service is bad. No hotel clerk has ever warned me that cell phone service is bad when I've signed in; quite the contrary, I'm often told that there's free wireless internet access when in fact the access is so spotty it's not worth the effort. So what the hell is really going on here? Why is the motel manager bad-mouthing his own motel? And how comfortable is that black customer really going to be there?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Commercial Law # 3: More Is Not Better
I'm convinced that the most obnoxious standard practice in commercials is the "use three or more people to make one point" practice. We've all seen it- a parade of idiots telling us something just one idiot could tell us just as easily:
Idiot #1 "I love my...."
Idiot #2 "Service from..."
Idiot # 3 "Comcast Cable."
The more people used to make the simple point, the more jarring and irritating the commercial is. And it doesn't matter if the people are average shmoes or well-known celebrities. I'm not impressed by the parade of people spitting out partial sentences. Just tell me what you are selling me, please.
Idiot #1 "Comcast cable..."
Idiot # 2 "provides me.."
Idiot # 3 "and my family..."
Idiot # 4 "great service..."
Idiot # 5 (for emphasis, from a 'mom') "AND my family!"
Why can't just ONE person do this? Who are you trying to impress by showing us five people making the pitch instead of just one?? Do you really think that five total strangers or five celebrities are really going to sell me something one couldn't?
And of course, as if your brain hadn't been rattled enough by this idiocy, these commercials always end the same way, by bashing into your skull the name of the company that just put you through this misery:
Idiot # 1: "Comcast."
Idiot # 2: "Comcast"
Idiot # 3: "Comcast"
Idiot # 4: "Comcast"
Idiot # 5: "Comcast."
Well, at least they've reminded me who gave me my headache.
Idiot #1 "I love my...."
Idiot #2 "Service from..."
Idiot # 3 "Comcast Cable."
The more people used to make the simple point, the more jarring and irritating the commercial is. And it doesn't matter if the people are average shmoes or well-known celebrities. I'm not impressed by the parade of people spitting out partial sentences. Just tell me what you are selling me, please.
Idiot #1 "Comcast cable..."
Idiot # 2 "provides me.."
Idiot # 3 "and my family..."
Idiot # 4 "great service..."
Idiot # 5 (for emphasis, from a 'mom') "AND my family!"
Why can't just ONE person do this? Who are you trying to impress by showing us five people making the pitch instead of just one?? Do you really think that five total strangers or five celebrities are really going to sell me something one couldn't?
And of course, as if your brain hadn't been rattled enough by this idiocy, these commercials always end the same way, by bashing into your skull the name of the company that just put you through this misery:
Idiot # 1: "Comcast."
Idiot # 2: "Comcast"
Idiot # 3: "Comcast"
Idiot # 4: "Comcast"
Idiot # 5: "Comcast."
Well, at least they've reminded me who gave me my headache.
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