Showing posts with label tv. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tv. Show all posts

Monday, 9 December 2013

Shut up and take my money

When in Rome, and all that. So, I've been watching alot of telly, and the ads are almost as long as the actual tv programmes, so you start to get to know them pretty well.

You also get to spot certain tropes and formulas that, despite being really obvious, must work, otherwise they wouldn't keep appearing.

First up, you've got the parental guilt-trip:
Do your children have gold-plated eyeballs? Why not? Don't you love them? Wow, you're a real ass-hat.
Its a cheap & nasty trick, but there is little that makes parents more emotive than the well being of their child. So using them as a tool is bloody clever!

A sub-set of the parental guilt trip is the in-house brand manager, where kids are groomed into selling the product to their parents on behalf of the supplier. This is achieved with a bit of carefully orchestrated mass hysteria:

Kids? KIDS?? AAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHH!

Next up: fear-mongering. This is mostly found in insurance or medical ads.
Do you sometimes scratch your nose? Does it smell bad when you poop? Is your vision impaired when you jam a fork in your eye? You've probably got poopy-scratch blindness. It affects 1 in 7 trillion Americans.
Seriously, don't stress it. You're much more likely to die from being hit by lightening. Or being eaten by coyotes. You should probably buy lightening insurance and coyote pills, just in case.

A more tricky one: product placement
Did you know that HP pay The Office to have their products placed? Me neither. The funniest is when companies deliberately disguise a logo, because the company wouldn't pay them to advertise. Like when the replace a glowing Apple logo on a very distinctive Mac Book with a glowing kiwi fruit.


Also...SMOKE MARLBORO CIGARETTES. SUPERMAN DOES. PROBABLY. I THINK HE STUFFED A FEW CARTONS DOWN HIS TIGHTS AND THEN SNUCK OFF BACK TO SMOKE THEM IN THE DAILY PLANET TOILETS. YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO, BUT THE FIRE ALARM HASN'T BEEN WORKING IN THERE SINCE JIMMY BORROWED THE BATTERIES FOR HIS REMOTE CONTROL CAR. Anyway. I digress.

Finally, and this is a new one on me: Promotional consideration
On a legitimate level, this can be a company providing a prize for a game show and getting a few seconds (apparently 7 seconds is the norm) dedicated airtime for a bit of descriptive blurb to be read.
On a slightly more sneaky level, it might mean free hotel breaks for the station owners in return for a few seconds mention on a morning chat show. How many times have you heard the presenter tell you an anecdote about the restaurant they ate in last night, or the film they watched, or the musical they went to see? Hmm? Its always a bit creepy and rehearsed, isn't it? "So, Ian, what did you get up to last night?", "Well, Brenda, thanks for asking, I had a really fab time at Bernie's Steakhouse in downtown hicksville..."

Quid pro quo, Clarice...

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

One at a time...

Having grown up with American culture references (thank you Family Guy/Simpsons et al) I am reveling in every new experience I have here.

Today I am exploring pop culture on the TV (for blog-related research, of course) by watching Today, The View and, my personal favourite, Rachael Ray.
I've seen Ms Ray before and today's mix of maple bacon burgers and chat is a cracking watch.

Sadly, The View and Today do not match up. Seriously - can you all just speak one at a time? Its like Christmas at home - everyone has an opinion to share and no real interest in anyone else's thoughts. Don't get me wrong - I'm exactly the same. Step to me with an opinion and you'd better be prepared to be shouted down with an ill-informed contrary view (whether I agree or not - its all about making you feel like I know more than you), but I wouldn't want to encourage anyone to watch the spectacle (except my poor husband).

Its apparently called 'morning zoo' and is a formal presenting style, though there are variations on this. Listeners to the Chris Moyles BBC Radio One Breakfast show will have heard it at its best. Only one person spoke at a time. To the extent that it actually looked awkward and slow when they put TV cameras in the studio. Professional.

Compare that to Shouty Mc-Talky and friends. Please, one at a time, chaps. I implore you!! I don't have enough ears to distinguish the three conversations going on. Or enough brain power to distinguish between the interesting facts, funny quips and dribbly noise that is trumpeting out of your cake-holes.


Now, to explore the on-demand offering - good job I stocked up on Kool-Aid and chips yesterday - I may be here some time...