April 14, 2004

Victoria's Secret's Commercial I'm sure when women think of sexy lingerie the first thing that comes to their minds is the man who sang Yea Heavy and a Bottle of Bread. This falls under WTF was all parties involved thinking when they made this commercial.
posted by Sullivan 20 years ago
  • Neat chimp mask, looks like Bob. Oh, wait.
  • Whybark when you've got a Bob?
  • Also a very funny Anil Dash blog entry about this here.
  • I liked Bunsen's take on this: "The model slips in and out of the shadows, and I immediately reach for the Kleenex and Lubriderm... But who's the old guy by the fire watching us?"
  • what a fucking sellout.
  • I saw this ad on TV the other night (maybe the local news aired it) and thought then, if he was going to sell out, could he have a. chosen a better cause and b. chosen a better marketing agency? I mean, jeez. Talk about your poor career choice.
  • This about sums it up for me: bob dylan is a shill. I used to work at a college radio station. When the station manager talked about that dylan fellow, which happened often, you knew he was talking someone special. Music was serious stuff there, and that dylan was central to the managers musical tastes. dylan represented something to him. I didn't see it that way, having witnessed Bank of Montreal ads featuring that classic "Times they are a changing." Bank of Montreal isn't some little local bank around the corner,it's huge, and it was changing all right. Changing from having all these tellers to those new fangled (at the time) ATM machines. They followed this with letting go a good portion of the mangement,just to even the things up. Banks in Canada are awfull. We are talking really bad and not just when they are "a changing." I think the ads saddened alot of people who esteemed dylan, just like this new one will. And those in the know say dylan was a total dick to Phil Ochs.
  • This was hashed and rehashed at Mefi and I gotta go with what Hidalgo said.
  • Eh. I think you could call me a serious Dylan fan (I've got a gigantic poster on my dormroom wall, and when I'm happy Dylan songs spring automatically to my lips). But the Dylan I love is the character behind the great (mostly 60s-era) songs that mean so much to me. I don't give a damn what he does these days, even if I do still buy his albums. I know people who have met him and I have enough evidence that he's not the greatest guy to know. We're all human. He's not a god in his behavior, only in his poetry. A million VS ads wouldn't make me enjoy "Visions of Johanna" any less.