After prising my eyes open to watch the last few riders they showed
crossing the finish line on L'Alpe d'Huez (doh!) I was forced to
consider the last thing my eyes had absorbed before they closed, that
f*&$ing Avanti ad. (That'll teach me to recline, just breifly, on that
oh so seductive item of furniture in the lounge, The Couch of Sleep)
Quite simply, I hate it. If I had at all considered buying what looks
like a Dura-Ace (from what I can make out in the scratchy, washed-out,
needlessly-mirrored rotating visuals that they have used) equipped bike
before this, then it would have put me off an Avanti good and proper.
Funny thing is, I know that they are OK bikes, at the top end, at
least. But are any of the pros riding them? No. Can you look at the
specs on the website? No. (Not when I visited it, anyway). "There's
gotta be more" WTF? Who did the sub Nine Inch Nails/Rammstein vocals?
Annoying, disconcerting, meant to be subliminal? Who cares. It just
grates.
What a disaster. I hope they sack their publicists, web designers, ad
agency bottom feeders and SBS marketeers (now that you know your
brownie point stocks are going up in the world - putting MORE of this
s&*% onto a once-great TV channel, is there a Faustian pact being made
here: More ads soon, more Tour coverage now?) in one fell swoop when
they realised the cringeingly awful job they've done, for this little
black duck, anyway. That's how good brands go down the crapper -
spending maxi moolah on bad advertising.
Oh, and whilst I'm on my soapbox, that 'Skins' ad is getting a bit
annoying too, now that the novelty of its arty pretensions has worn
off. The Macquarie Bank ad with that smug f&*%er with the big boomerang
(if ever there was a lame attempt at a "Look at my big penis" double
entendre by the paid representatives of the Millionaire's Club, then
there it is) was always a non-starter. What is it with the
frustrated-film-school-graduate-making-ads black and white faux-retro
coolness, anyway?
Thoughts on the substance of this late night rant of mine, anyone?
Mark H.