resistance is futile

I like these ads.  I think they're funny.  They make me laugh.  I try to remind myself that I'm being played like a, like a, like a 1989 Game Boy, and that one layer behind the absurdist comedy is something deeply cynical and arguably even worse than the ads I hate (q.v.)—because basically what's going on is that they've just figured out how to market to me: "Pretend it's not an ad, act all nihilistic and wacky, and this jackass is just going to completely forget that he's being pandered to and manipulated!"  I'm dumber than a 1950s conformo-consumer swayed by a fake doctor on TV.

Anyway, here they are, a few of them.  Behold my downfall:

The first time I saw this one, I was not amused till 37 seconds in (and particularly the last 5 seconds).  Now I find the whole thing hilarious.  I like when he calls him "Steven."  I'm an idiot.

The shorter version of this one is better: leaves out 0:13–0:36, I think, so it goes straight from "Is it awesome?" to the phone ringing.  The long version kind of overplays its hand...?  I just saw what I was typing and vomited into my own mouth.

Um . . . all right, we can do that!

This is the first one I ever saw...in a movie theater.  I hate movie-theater ads.  The last 8 seconds won me over forever, and now I am a kind of subhuman drone.

Except that...wait a minute!  I don't buy Skittles.  I've never bought Skittles!

YOU MISSED ME, YOU FUCKERS!  HA HA HA HA HA!!!!