retro ad: 1970s Almond Joy/Mounds commercial
I probably haven’t seen this ad in 30 years, and the moment I laid eyes on just the mere description of it, I could sing the jingle again without a hitch. Sad.
I probably haven’t seen this ad in 30 years, and the moment I laid eyes on just the mere description of it, I could sing the jingle again without a hitch. Sad.
It is leaden where it should be light. It is graceless and charmless. It reels from the painful banter. It is the epitome of empty soulless corporate filmmaking.

An updated The Canterbury Tales for the 21st century, an on-the-road movie for our existentially confused times…
I prefer to think of companion status in terms of an emotional connection to the Doctor…
It’s Eat Pray Love for guys!
The Tree of Life is a “beautiful” film, even its detractors appear to agree. But so is every other TV commercial and throwaway police procedural.
Leicester Square, in the heart of central London, has been undergoing all manner of refitting and spiffing up since I arrived in January…
Reminds me of the classic philosophical exchange from Airplane! about what the white zone and the red zone are for.
“Six o’clock on a sunny Saturday is the middle of the afternoon, whereas six o’clock on a winter or autumn Saturday is dark and exciting.”
I wish I could say I didn’t know why anyone would bother xeroxing a nearly 30-year-old movie, but I do know why. And it ain’t pretty.