Can’t figure out why the Gods at Wieden didn’t push this commercial for the Superbowl in lieu of the other crap they showed. It’s about 10,000 times better than anything else there was on Sunday.*
Commercials like these restore my faith in the industry, amidst the easy, Justin Timberlake-getting-his-nuts-rammed-into-a-mailbox-post horseshit that’s all too common these days.
And if I see one more spot with cavemen, I’m going postal.
Bob Garfield lost all credibility when he picked this in his top three.
*With the exception of this, this and of course, this.