- doodoofeces
In my column this week, I meant to write about Valentine’s Day: The Movie, but instead I wrote about this:
Did you see the Super Bowl commercial with the beavers? It’s about this beaver, see, and he plays the violin (WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?) out on his beaver stump in the swamp. But he wants more out of life, so he goes and gets his laptop (SEE ABOVE) and searches for “violinist” on Monster.com, and apparently they advertise for street-busker positions (NO, THEY DON’T!), so he heads to the big city, delights passersby in the subway station, auditions for a panel of sour-faced old white people, plays Carnegie Hall or some shit, and then begins an interspecies sexual relationship with a blond tramp who probably just wants to eat him and wear his skin for a hat.
That stupid commercial is after the jump, if you want to watch it.
In the next commercial the beaver should have a fiddling contest with the Devil.
No no no. You have it all wrong. Monster.com doesn’t advertise violin positions so he went to the subway to busk because he’s willing to suffer for his art. Jeez.
Suffering is cool. Just ask Mistress Matisse.
Thank you for the laugh.
the commercial is lame, but the music is awesome.