These Bebe ads drive me nuts. In what universe does Bebe think showing stick figures in sub-zero-sized clothing sells said clothing? Yes, I just realized how stupid that question was. Anyway, I am subjected to these ads every morning once I cross Highland and get into Grove and Beverly Center territory. There's a big friggin' Bebe billboard on the Beverly Center at Beverly and La Cienega. On one hand, though, at least the Mischa Barton Reign of Terror is over.
This ad campaign is classy. I might even go so far as to say "klassy-with-a-k." I freaking hate that expression, but I'm willing to bring it back for Mr. Woodcock. The title -- really? And then I have to see Billy Bob Thornton (who I only liked in Armageddon and Friday Night Lights (but Kyle Chandler is better)) standing with two basketballs like that? Ew.
Speaking of Klassy advertising, I give you Big Shots. Easily one of the worst pilots I've ever seen, by the way -- and I really, really wanted to like it. But that's not what's annoying me. "How long can they keep it up?" Ew. The country club in the show is called Firmwood. What is with this town's obsession with genitalia? I have a degree in P.R. I took Dr. Johnson's Advertising class at Tech. I know that sex sells, but I don't really find myself particularly drawn to this (or the afore-mentioned Mr. Woodcock). Maybe I'm just a freak of nature.
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