This
commercial is ridiculous. RIDICULOUS. I saw it this morning when I
was getting ready for work. It's trying it's damnedest to be all
artsy like the old Calvin Klein perfume commercials from a few years
ago. There's a big difference though. The Calvin Klein commercials
(that I also hated, but that's beside the point) were some (probably
French) director masturbating all over black and white film while
ugly starving models whined about being themselves (for a
mass-produced cologne commercial; I know). The Britney Spears
commercial involved everyone responsible slobbing the knob of artsy
directors everywhere, but failing miserably at emulating that
garbage. It's in color, so that's ten points off the pretension
scale immediately. It has Britney running around like the stupid
redneck she is, all whored out, and some douche that's all scruffy
(like in the Calvin Klein commercials). Someone is saying complete
nonsense about love or lust or something, Britney keeps running
around, the scruffy guy is moping on a bed, and then, out of fucking
nowhere, the shot switches to a close-up of someone making two
stuffed animals kiss. Maybe it was to show innocence, maybe whoever
made this shit is retarded, we'll never know. However, I do know
that I laughed my ass off when I saw that. After the stuffed animal
make-out session, it shows Britney Spears and scruffy guy hugging or
something. Then it shows perfume (which is called "Curious" - ooh,
clever). I swear you can see dollar signs in the cold, glazed-over
eyes of Britney Spears. She knows that the commercial alone made
her another few million that she can spend on moonshine and rodeos.
Oh yes, she's definitely still a redneck at heart.
According to
this
site, "Britney has insisted that her
perfume contains all the 'right' elements to give women a sensual
high." Yeah, okay bitch. "It's very
sensual smelling. It's got a little bit of a vanilla musk to it, but
not too sweet. It's very sexy, ladies. I seriously suggest to be
sexy, to go out and get it, seriously." Um, fuck you. Fuck
you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU. FUCK. YOU. That
sentence seems like it was pieced together with an incomplete set of
magnetic refrigerator poetry in a room with too much carbon
monoxide. Make more sense.