OK, does any one else find it kind of sad that, true to life, in her retarded ad for her new, stupid perfume "Fantasy" that Britney Spears tempts her gigolo Kevin by throwing a shiny jewel at him? It may as well have been a recording contract.
The commerical's script, with Britney’s unnecessarily breathy prank phone call narration, may well have been written in Crayola by a gifted second grader. But only if that same second grader had consumed a large quantity of red dye #5 fruit juice. Which reminds me…I want some Hawaiian Punch for the first time in 2 or 3 years.
Overall, the whole ad seems like an unholy cross between a very late Lord of the Rings audition tape and an infomercial for the sad, bad "chaotic" DVD relationship. I suppose the Magic The Gathering crowd is overjoyed by Britney's inexplicable attempt to capture their demographic. And, as always, their erections. Boooing!
2 comments:
Wow, I smelled that perfume today. It is okay, but nothing I would buy.
It kind of reminds me of way back in the 80s when Debbie Gibson had a perfume, and it was called- no joke- Electric Youth. Only KMart carried it I think- we had to go buy it for my little cousin for Xmas.
What did it smell like, georgiapeach?
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