iPhone ads are gradually destroying my perceptions of some great actors.
First, Samuel L. Jackson is chatting with Siri about recipes and organic ingredients for his risotto. I realize that Mr. Jackson is an actor, and it’s not fair to only think of him as Jules Winnfield in “Pulp Fiction”. I also realize that Samuel is not necessarily interested in people thinking that he is Mr. Winnfield. He’s been in plenty of movies since then, playing all sorts of characters. Clearly he is his own man and is not to be defined by one single character. I’m also fairly confident that the good folks at Apple paid him an enormous sum of money to do that commercial, and as such, he was obligated to follow their script. Despite all that knowledge, it breaks my heart to see him chatting it up with an automated phone-chick for grocery shopping advice.
I like advertising to take bigger chances. As Jah as my witness, I swear I would go buy myself an iPhone within the hour if Mr. Jackson as Jules Winnfield was talking to Siri.
Winnfield (speaking into his iPhone with a look of cool annoyance on his face and his Jeri-curled locks looking like a black Medusa) : “Bitch! Where can I get some organic mushrooms for my muthuh-fuckin risotto?”
Siri: “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Winnfield (kicks over a barstool in the kitchen and picks up a cleaver from the counter) : “What country you from?”
Siri: “I’m sorry what did you say?”
Winnfield (holding the cleaver menacingly) : ” ‘I’msorrywhatdidyousay’ aint no country I ever heard of! They speak English in I’msorrywhatdidyousay?”
Siri: “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Winnfield (throws the cleaver aside and pulls a large, scary handgun from his jacket and aims it at Siri, despite the fact that the phone is in his own hand) : “Say ‘I’msorrywhatdidyousay?’ one more mothuhfuckin time!”
You see what I mean? Not only would I go buy an iPhone, but I would record the commercial and watch it over and over again, because I would be proud to own an iPhone. In fact, I’d probably go out and buy one or two more iPhones. If the commercial ran long enough for Jackson to actually shoot the phone, I would likely swoon.
Instead, I’m left scratching my head. Why in the world is Samuel L. Jackson cooking his own risotto? He should have a bevvy of super models in lacy aprons and heels cooking for him. If one of them skinny chicks slips up and doesn’t use the organic mushrooms, well.. she gonna wish she did.
As if my disenchantment with Samuel L. Jackson’s ad isn’t enough, iPhone came out with a few more celebrity ads.
An actress named Zoey Deschenelle shows up in one. I honestly have no idea who she is, but if that’s her birth name, then she really had no choice but to grow up and become either an actress or an international spy. If that’s not her original moniker, then I think the pretentious name police might have a warrant out for her arrest. The commercial is entirely forgettable. She’s dressed in frumpy pajamas, asks the phone annoying questions and wraps up the commercial by dancing badly as she leaves a messy room.
John Malkovich also appears in a couple of iPhone ads. Over the course of his career, he’s played a range of roles. While I don’t identify him as directly with one character as I do with Mr. Jackson, I think of Malkovich as being a sophisticated, witty man irrespective of whether he’s on the stage, screen or walking down the sidewalk. In the commercials he’s sitting in an elegant room with opera on in the background, and asks Siri to tell him a joke.
Siri says “Two iPhones walk into a bar…I forget the rest.”
Mr. Malkovich leans his head back in his tasteful, leather-upholstered wing chair and laughs at the pathetic attempt at humor by Siri. To look at his amusement, you’d think he was drinking gin rickeys and trading barbs with Dorothy Parker and Burl Ives at the Algonquin Round Table.
I realize that the people at Apple are trying to sell phones, but can anyone actually believe that an intellectual, urbane man of the world like John Malkovich could possibly be amused by a stupid phone telling half a joke? This man starred in “Death of a Salesman” on Broadway with Dustin Hoffman! We’re not talking David Hasselhoff here.
Alas, the almighty dollar can convince even the most accomplished actors to sell soap.
Here’s a tip for future stars of iPhone commercials; take less money if you have to , but demand some creative authority over the finished advertisement. There’s no reason you can’t plug yourselves at the same time you’re hawking that iPhone. Think you can’t do it? Ask Clint Eastwood how it’s done. He did a commercial for Chrysler, probably got a boatload of cash and came out looking liker a bigger, badder version of himself than he already was before the commercial aired! No one at the Super Bowl party I was at shook their heads and wondered how a mega-star could’ve sunken to such a low station in celebrity life. In fact, I’m pretty sure that one or two of the party goers ran out the next day and put down deposits on the latest versions of K-cars.
On the other hand, if Apple decides to start using unknowns in their commercials, like say blog writers from the South of Jersey with aspirations of becoming novelists from the South of France, I’ll be more than happy to tart it up however their creative team asks me to. Just sayin…
30 thoughts on “Let’s drop iPhone, and Call It a Royale With Cheese”
Oh, I agree–your commercial with the ever-cool Mr. Samuel L. Jackson is much better. Thanks for a great laugh. I could picture it perfectly!
Thank you baby, now tell me, where can I git me some organic Gott-damn mushrooms for my m-f’ing risotto!?
Forget about it. Risotto’s too freaking hard to make anyway. Just get some from a restaurant. Siri can help guide you…
sorry, bout my earlier comment, I didn’t mean to blaspheme.
I hadn’t noticed. Takes more than that to ruffle my feathers.
Jules my bust a cap in some punk muthuhs, but he don’t take the Lord’s name in vain.
“As jah as my witness”? I never knew you were a rasta.
I was going to write “As Marcellus Wallace as my witness” but I didn’t want to go overboard on all the Pulp Fiction references.
Ha, no both are good. But you’re right, I don’t see enough Jah references. Only when I listen to Bad Brains.
Every so often, I like to freak out the teenagers by telling the ones in the Rasta Bob T-shirts that I saw him in concert. 4th row center, Madison Square Garden. I think in some way, it just ruins their shirts for them.
Is that true?
Yeah. It was a memorable concert, despite the fog. The opening act was Stanley Clark. Incredible show. Bob was wind-milling and dancing all over the stage and I don’t think he opened his eyes once the entire show. Dunno how he didn’t fall off the stage.
As long as I’m showing my years and bragging about seeing dead reggae stars, I also saw Peter Tosh in a small theater in Philadelphia. Another great show.
“I’ve had it with these motherfuckin’ actors in these motherfuckin’ iPhone ads!” ~Samuel L. Jackson
I think sometimes, even the most reserved and sophisticated of us authors need to write the word Muthuh-fuckuh sometimes. It has a cleansing quality.
Ha! I’m with you! I would buy ANOTHER iPhone if Jules was selling it (the Pulp Fiction one or this one :)). I actually haven’t seen all of these yet (thank you for the warning), but the John Malkovich one really upsets me.
Malkovich has plummeted in my ratings. If Gary Oldman or Stanley Tucci do iPhone ads, I’ll be physically ill.
Thank you. This needed to be said.
You’re very welcome. My work here is done.
Oh, I am so glad you wrote about these annoying commercials. “Muthafuckin’ risotto!” yeah, there’s something just not right about watching him cook and talking to his phone. And Zooey’s? Those pajamas! and the quirky little dance at the end? It’s all too much, man!
I recall reading The Good Greatsby’s post about him pining for Zooey Whatshername, and feeling like an out of touch old timer for not knowing who she was. Then the iphone ads started running, and I asked my wife, “Who’s this dowdy chick in the jammies?” and it was Zooey! That dance at the end is just awful! It gives me chills of embarrassment for white folks everywhere whenever I see it. If she had some creative input she could have nixed the dancing, instead of just cashing those massive checks.
Yeah. And who in their right mind orders tomato soup for take-out?? Seriously.
I do love her show New Girl, which I was surprised that I didn’t find her quirkiness too quirky….
GG’s crush on her is huge and a little perplexing. He must have a thing for doe-eyed ukelele-playing bad-dancing girls.
GG’s probably suffering from some kind of skewed perception of American culture related to his living in the exotic east.
I’m confident a few months in Cleveland would set him straight.
I have not seen the original advertising (that would require getting a TV), but I agree that your version would be far better. It would have to be rated R for language, but that would attract even more viewers.
I’m sure you could find those commercials online, but why in the name of Marcellus Wallace would you want to?
Trust me on this, John Malkovich is now on a par with David Caruso in my book. Sad how far ones stock can drop from a greedy move or two.
Haha for a second I thought you wrote, “…as Jah as my WAITRESS!”
Clearly you were enjoying my writing so much that you didn’t bother to read carefully. It’s a common mistake.
I have to say I was carried away by Samuel Jackson’s jargonastics.
I shudder to imagine who the next star they’ll rope into doing an iPhone commercial.