I won't torture you anymore. But, wow. These things seem almost like they're MEANT to bug you. I'm having trouble picturing the sad, sad person who finds these pleasant and inviting. The only thing these commercials make seem pleasant and inviting is some good, ol' fashioned, commercial-free Netflix.
Where do they even find the actors in these commercials? I feel like the sets must be in the basement of the psych ward for the criminally insane. They just put a bunch of schizophrenic murderers in an Olive Garden-looking room and film what happens. Then they just narrate over it and edit out the part where the child in the third one eats both uncles' throats and when the son in the first one beats the woman to death with a fake plastic breadstick.
Speaking of the one with the mom and her son, watch the son's face when he says 'maybe.' Tell me that's not pure evil.
And, of course, there's always the second commercial, with the witty fellow doing the alfredo. Baha. Ha. Haha. Heh. Hum. Haw.
OK, Olive Garden, what's the deal? Everyone hates your commercials. And--maybe I'm alone here, but I don't think I am--your food kind of sucks. In this economy, don't freakin' push it.
Anyway, sorry to make you watch these atrocities. Until next time.
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