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Ads that I like #79

Television ads are a very sparse feature of the Ads That I Like feature on this blog, primarily because they are always disappearing from YouTube. That risk aside, like the glorious Estonian Soviet-era ad featuring MEAT MEAT MEAT, I can't resist including this pearler from that place of supreme oddity, Japan.

What is the first thing that you think when you hear the word noodle? Why this, I'm sure!



Man those Japanese must have some pretty cool drugs...
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Doc said…
Who the heck are they trying to sell noodles too? They have a nonAsian little girl who has blonde hair. The doll faced aliens aren't Asian.

And the point of the commercial is "Honey, just eat the noodles the wormy aliens brought and you will see the pretty lights again and feel all funny!"

Your right. They must have darn good drugs.

Doc
27 February 2009 at 13:46
Debbie Courson Smith said…
Well, I was weirded out, but I see the kid is happy - so all is well!
27 February 2009 at 13:47
Kris McCracken said…
Doc, maybe they're trying to hit a hard to get demographic: Anglo-Japanese with acid flashbacks?
27 February 2009 at 14:03
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, there must be something in the noodles...
27 February 2009 at 14:04
Kurt said…
I think they know they're being weird.
27 February 2009 at 14:49
Kris McCracken said…
Kurt, I'm sure these ad men do.
27 February 2009 at 15:14
Unknown said…
That would be one scary mass to see walking at you.
27 February 2009 at 17:45
Babzy.B said…
funny and weird ;)
27 February 2009 at 18:24
Chris Wolf said…
What was THAT? Yikes, hilarious
28 February 2009 at 01:10
KL said…
This is the most hilarious ad I have ever seen!!! and of course, the strangest. Have you ever watched those games that the Japanese play? They are strange, but very athletic and interesting and funny.
28 February 2009 at 04:39
Kris McCracken said…
Michael, especially after seeing it come out of a spaceship.
28 February 2009 at 07:51
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, what would Mozart make of it?
28 February 2009 at 07:55
Kris McCracken said…
KL, those games often strike me as full of self-punishment and humiliation. Very odd stuff.
28 February 2009 at 07:57
KL said…
Come on! they are not punishments. They are very athletic. Trying to climb a rope or holding onto a barrel that is rolling, etc, requires lots of stamina and strength. I wish there were some indoor sports complex here where I could participate in such games.
1 March 2009 at 02:47
Kris McCracken said…
KL,I am thinking about the shows that involve dragging people's bare bottoms across gravel or people eating gross things etc...
1 March 2009 at 06:21
Unknown said…
wow, that WAS weird for sure. But still, it made me laugh.
1 March 2009 at 15:21
Kris McCracken said…
Thiên, I had an even funnier one lined up, but You Tube took it down for some reason.
1 March 2009 at 17:58
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