Sunday, 3 January 2010

Sixty second nightmare

Everything about this advert creeps me out. I saw it a week ago and I can't - get - it - out - of - my - head.

Who'd have thought 'trousers that move with you' could be so sinister? Or is it the Rosemary's Baby music that someone thought an appropriate musical accompaniment?

Watch the way the male model smoothes his flowing moustache: he means us harm, real harm - and if he ever gets out of that terrifying Giorgio de Chirico world he's been exiled to, we're all in the shit - unless we can get him to stand near a naked flame...


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