I received this comment yesterday from a devoted reader:
eddie // Thursday February 4, 2010 at 5:04 pm
no review of the bloated eric clapton shilling for t-mobile. oh look, its buddy guy calling, i wonder if any other irrelevant people will call.
Wouldn’t want to disappoint, Eddie, and indeed I’m pleased to take a moment for this ad.
Bloated is right. And I’ll tell you what really grosses me out about this commercial: seeing Clapton-of-today’s puffy mane-framed face while hearing his voice say “I get off on.” Ew. There’s really an age at which one shouldn’t be allowed to say stuff like “get off” anymore. Whatever it is, he’s past it. As a consumer, I wouldn’t want to think of Eric Clapton getting off every time I get a call from a fading Blues musician. Doesn’t help none that the phone is called MyTouch. [shudder]
And while we’re on the subject of mobile endorsements by once-desirable celebrities succumbed to severe edema…
So where did all those minutes go, dough boy? Are they lost forever, along with all those offers for projects that aren’t humiliating? To wit:
“This… this is just not right.”
Couldn’t have said it better myself, Luke.
No Happy Medium 