Have you seen that car commercial where it starts with a bunch of things labeled "Isn't," but then flashes to the car to say "It is what it isn't." WHAT?!?!? A fucking commercial is not the place for existential musings! We want gas mileage information and American jingoism from our car commercials, not goddamn Sartre!
On a more amusing, but still befuddling, note, has anyone other than me seen the commercial for the Trojan "Triphoria" vibrator thing where a bride is having a bachelorette party and she "hilariously" gets three of them because her fiancee can't sexually satisfy her or something? Did they just round up a bunch of the people at the office and call it a casting call? Because that is some of the worst acting ever committed to film. That guy at the end who plays the impotent or whatever fiance who goes "Sweeeet!" manages to fail to sell a one-word part. That's some anti-talent right there.
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