Commercial
- Todd Oldham
Company - Target
Cheese Factor - 9: Heavy, nacho-style cheesy....with chunks.
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| "Hello,
I'm Todd Oldham, nice to meet you." That fucking phrase hits me like
the price of Apple's new Jaguar OS 10.2: It kicks your in the stomach, bends
you over and goes with it... |
That's
right, you can now see the expression that screams "Hey World, I'm
dumb as brick" nine times over!!! |
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"Sparky,
just like Mr. Smithers, you don't suppose anyone suspects anything do
you?" |
Ok,
now granted, it's not really his or Target's fault that this commercial
pretty much ran at the same time as Mrs. Jesus-I'm-fat-thank-god-I-sucked-
some-old-man's-nuts-so-I-am-loaded-because-
not-even-drunken-hobos-would-pay-to-see-me-
naked-anymore-Anna Nicole's show, but the whole "pink" thing just
make me think of fatasses' show...and makes me ever angrier. |
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| I
don't really understand the crackhead cheerleaders...they don't do alot...and
are shown even less. They are almost tolerable until "Todd, Todd, he's
our guy, he's Superfly". At that point, I start looking for rolls of
quarters to keep on my person at all times just in case I EVER run into
the person who wrote that line... |
A
little something for our straight viewers out there: Cheerleader whores
on acid! |
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Man,
don't we wish? |
After
the painful cheerleading sequences, we are treated to Todd's face on an
iron, followed by the usual assortment of crackers posing with different
products. The pain is almost over... |
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| Alright,
one last shot of multiple Todd heads shooting across the screen and we're
done. Thank God. |
"I
triple-dog dare you to pick up that soap" |
Closing
thoughts:
This commercial is quick and painful, by the time your find the remote,
thankfully it's almost over. It still enrages me to no end everytime it
comes on, I guess it could be the whole "pink" thing. |
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