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Sony, you've done it again

They've done bouncing balls, exploding colour and claymation rabbits, now it's foam...

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ozgenre
Apr. 21st, 2008 12:36 am (UTC)
Well we never got to see the entire Rabbits ad here (that I saw anyway) and the others were great.... I'm just not sure that this one punches the same way. If it were *coloured* foam I could see it working better... but still... kudos for making a miami street the biggest foam party of the year ;)
halloranelder
Apr. 21st, 2008 12:50 am (UTC)
I disagree, I think it does exactly what it's supposed to do.

The previous ads were for the Sony Bravia TV's, which supposedly have colour like no other, so the colour aspect of the ads were prominent.

This time the tag line at the end is "Images like no other". The colour wasn't the most important factor, just the fact that the images you were seeing were so different to what a normal person would ever see. For people like us who know what a foam party is, it's not as special, but to a normal person? That's going to be truly amazing, and that's who these ads are targeted at.

Besides, it looked like a hell of a lot of fun. :)
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