Not a 4 mpg muscle car.
Not a diesel spewing truck.
Not even a custom piped motorcycle.
A sedan.
Vicious Rotten Bollocks!*
Not a 4 mpg muscle car.
Not a diesel spewing truck.
Not even a custom piped motorcycle.
A sedan.
Vicious Rotten Bollocks!*
To each his own. It is a very nice sports sedan, pocket rocket in fact, and one that will grip the road better than most tire burning monsters, also it will not sound like wet farts when idling.
Oh and I believe it is not made by CAW/UAW goons.
Colinista is a homo!
Why? You’re looking for a piece of a$$?
I find this amusing in a early middle aged sort of way.
But sooner or later someones going to try to sell me something with Soundgarden or Megadeth…
“When did Motley Crue become classic rock?” ~ Bowling for Soup
Oh well, better than the sickening “green” ads that Toyota used to run on WILD TV for their Tundra pickup.
I hope my old F-150 lasts a long, long, time, because I will never buy another buggy from Ford, GM, or Chrysler with their tax-sucking management whores and their commie, gun registry-lovin’ unions.
I object to this because (puts on Punk Purity Police badge, hat…) this song is not “punk.” It is every non-punk’s idea of punk.
“Sid” (John Ritchie) was, by all accounts, a rather shy, surprisingly bright boy until his mother, a low-level dealer, introduced him to heroin.
While genuinely loved by many people in the scene, who still remember him very fondly, “Sid” did a lot of stupid things to himself and others, and, as the Acura people and their ad agency surely know, probably killed his girlfriend in a drugged out haze.
Bad optics, anyone?
And I guess Paul Anka (if he still has the copyright) is too indifferent or greedy to say, “Guys, come on. Pick another song…”
Sid’s recording of “My Way,” while admittedly hilarious and admirable as a kind of ironic musical artifact, was made by a very messed up young man, post Pistols breakup, as part of an ill-advised, last-chance effort by McLaren to squeeze a few more bucks out of his creation, and solidify his version of the “Swindle” mythology.
So that recording has more battered baggage than the lost luggage room at LaGuardia.
Choosing it for a car commercial is cynical, culturally ignorant and, well, tone deaf.
I cringe every time it comes on. I stupidly thought when “people my age” were finally “in charge,”… oh, forget it.
It’s the same song that Spike sings along with as he drives off in a 1959 DeSoto in an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that aired in ’98. Oh and, Colonialista, that “wet fart” sound is part of what I love about my Mustang GT 😉
A sedan, yes. But a rather badass one at that. I’d be willing to swap my Windstar for one of those.
Maybe someday a mad engineer will lop the back 3 cylinders off a dodge cobra and wrap a bike around it – now that may be considered an exciting ride.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPeyhiD7KYw
Thank you Kathy for the enlightenment. So it seems this outrage is all about a song I’d never willingly listen to, being used to advertise a car I wouldn’t be caught dead in? OK, then….
never underestimate the marketing crew, they got $hite to sell.
Believing the sound-track for this commercial is somehow inappropriate reminds me of the recent thread here where those who took exception to a shirt worn by one of the meteor landing scientists were taken to task(speaking of irony). This once edgy remake of a classic delivers their intended message perfectly. I have NO problem with it.
A nice family sedan BTW, wake me when they introduce a mid-size rear-wheel drive coupe with a proper manual gearbox.
I do have grave concerns about the major car companies’ actions but they are for more serious than the music they choose for their ads. How about constantly and consistently showing their vehicles performing grossly negligent actions that are not legal on ANY public roadway?(2mm tall disclaimers stating “closed course, pro driver” notwithstanding.)
Or how about their addiction to cramming cockpits with toys that make driving distracted almost a certainty?
Or my favorite, dumbing down their cars to match the today’s below-average driver. Hell, no need to learn where the corners of your car are or how to maneuver in tight spaces, we’ll parallel park it for you. No more need for being aware of your surroundings, we’ve replaced vital shoulder checks with electronic warnings. Sh*t, you don’t even have to watch the traffic ahead any more, the vehicle will panic-stop for you so you don’t rear-end that gravel truck your incompetent ass missed while you fiddled with your phone.
Hmmm, maybe someday my grandchildren will be able to buy a vehicle that takes the driver exam for them too.
Occam, there has already been a V-10 egger (chryco) put in a bike frame, mean but awkward puppy
Gordinkneehill, course you wouldn’t get caught dead in it, they don’t make hurst’s, but Honda makes one damn fine car, and yes, it’s essentially a Honda. The again, my F-150 with V-6 sounds like a bike going full bore at 6900 RPM, and I love that sound.
Sweetest exhaust note, bar none? Studebaker Champion flathead six with a split exhaust manifold and dual pipes, with glass-pack mufflers. Sounds like 3 Harleys traveling in formation, all turning the exact same RPM.
The marketing guys want you to either love, love, love their work or equally, hate, hate, hate their work. Either way, you’re sure to remember it.
Lydia, to each his own. Preferences are intrinsic. I stick to my medium/large Japanese SUVs for transportation appliances.
Yes, but can it fly?
So, can any of you tell me why you’re still watching TV if this is what’s on it?
I don’t watch “TV” do you?
If it doesn’t catch and hold your attention for a minute then the add fails. This add succeeded because its target audience is the up and coming metrosexual who has probably never heard a decent rendition of the song and would reject it if they did. The advertisers know full well that showing some idiot doing 60 in a uninhabited city at 3 in the morning without a cop in sight would not hold up well for anyone over 50 but shows freedom, adventure and cutting edge technology for the well endowed kiddie set. Nice car, but they’re obviously not trying to sell it to me.
The Sex Pistols were pretty cool back in the 80’s when I was in junior high, just like their t-shirts that could be bought at almost every head banger shop. This commercial just propagates that same “success”.