As is the case with many, many Americans, my favorite part of the Super Bowl is the fancy, expensive commercials—so much so that I hardly even watched the game last night and just surfed the internet to find the ads. My best and worst, after the jump:
My favorite—and this might come as a surprise to some of you—was the car commercial featuring a bunch of life-size toys cavorting in a bachelor-party like manner. I know it wasn’t spectacular, but I am choosing it solely for the image of sock monkey jet-skiing. I felt inspired and young again.
The worst was obviously the Kiss soft drink ad featuring midget versions of Kiss playing alongside the old, bloated real Kiss. It was sad and pathetic and awful.