You might
well have guessed this was coming. Despite the fact that it's far too early for Yuletide-based antics, I want to talk about the John Lewis
Christmas advert.
In case you
haven’t seen it, it goes something like this:
There’s music.
It’s a cover of an Oasis song, performed as a warbled ballad. Somehow it’s worse than
the original. Musical turd-polishing at its best.
A young girl
looks through her telescope and sees a man living on the moon, alone. She waves,
but of course he can’t see her. She sends him a telescope, gift-wrapped and
attached to a bunch of balloons, so he can look back at her. A tear rolls down
his cheek. A message that may as well be “buy our shit” appears on the screen. We all feel very sad.
Fantastic,
eh?
No, no it
isn’t.
Who is the
man on the moon? How did he get there? How does he breathe? What did he build
his house from?
There are
too many questions and it makes little sense. Anyone with even the tiniest
knowledge of science could point out a multitude of mistakes that are in the
two minute film.
And then the
parcel arrives. Do they really expect us to believe that half a dozen
helium-filled balloons could carry something that far, through the vacuum of
space and actually land right outside his house?
They clearly
take us for mugs.
Oh, I see. Now
I get it. It’s a clever message about loneliness at Christmas. A bit like that
Mud song.
John Lewis
spent a cool million pounds making the advert and their entire marketing
campaign surrounding it will see that figure rise to £7 million. It is a
partnership with Age UK that is hoped to raise a lot of money, despite this not
being mentioned in the film. They could have just cut out the middleman and
given £7 million straight to the charity and spared us the advert.
And the
telescope the old man receives isn’t even available from John Lewis. The lying
bastards.
I’ve got a
better idea for a more realistic Christmas advert, if they’re interested.
The music
will be a lounge version of Blur’s Country House, sung by someone the NME call “the
new Adele”, but who will never actually make it.
A family are
eating Christmas dinner. They’re all drunk because it’s the only way they can
possibly get through the tawdry affair. A little girl enters the room, carrying
a broken telescope. She looks upset. The mother gives the father a disapproving look for buying some cheap knock-off. The father exits the room and goes to the
bathroom, where he looks at himself in the mirror. A tear rolls down his cheek. He snorts a huge line of cocaine, has a massive heart attack
and dies. “Buy our shit”.
You’re
welcome, John Lewis.
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