"They all come from up here, my monkey chum!" ITV1 (Anglia) adverts, December 2001 скачать в хорошем качестве

"They all come from up here, my monkey chum!" ITV1 (Anglia) adverts, December 2001

And here are the adverts during The Web Review in December 2001. After a bit of a false start with the optical, anyway. And if you were thinking this isn't very Christmassy, first of all I DO MY BEST OKAY and second of all here's a Coca-Cola advert to rub your face in the season. Just practically waterboard you with it. The psuedo-watercolour greetings card animation is full of authentic Haddon Sundblom atmosphere, which is unsurprising as this is actually based on one of his Coke paintings. The music is jingling, angelic, rich as an M&S cognac mince pie. You're basically diabetic after watching this. If you were already, hope you didn't like having two feet. After that direct hit of sugary (not corn syrupy, we still have sugar in our Cokes) nostalgia, something that couldn't be more 2001 if it waffled about Foot and Mouth Disease while the World Trade Center fell down in the background. Maybe that's a little dark. It was that kind of year. Anyway, it's ITV Digital! Which was very much a 2001 thing: rebranded in July, rubble and tears in June. Despite the best efforts of Sir Johnny Vegas, not to mention Ben Miller as the voice of Monkey. If nothing else, you can see why they were revived at the other end of the decade for PG Tips. Here's a Christmassy advert in which Johnny has to pitch the idea of an ITV Digital box as a gift. He does a pretty good job of it, even though the brand was already obviously doomed. His second idea honestly has more legs. Next, that Lottery thing again. It must be getting quite close to the big day, because they're very insistent that you buy a damn ticket quick quick quick. Before half seven on Christmas Eve, apparently. This time instead of Uncle Remus dressed as Porkpie we've got a generic tiny adorable brunette. Yep, definitely coming up to the home stretch: there's an advert for a Boxing Day sale. At a car dealership, that's new. Being local and therefore unencumbered by budget, it makes an aesthetic advantage out of it by going for a wobbly handheld camcorder vox-pop feel, although the pop doesn't vox anything particularly interesting or even conclusive. Never mind. Carland, in Enfield, Chertsey and Lakeside, revealing at last that this is the Anglia region. (Albeit just barely if we're in Enfield). Tomato. At Baxters, they despise the things and will kill them on sight with gigantic machetes. And then make them into soup, presumably. It's an Audrey Baxter signature production, not that she necessarily knows much about cooking; she's the CEO. Still, her signature still appears on their premium jams, which is a very British two word term, and it's just nice to see a major national food brand still owned and operated by the family it's named after. They also run Fray Bentos, apparently because no-one else wanted it. More wobbly camerawork, ironically advertising a camera. A couple wander through a jungle marginally more convincing than the one in "Kinda" with their fantastic new digital camera that doesn't even need film or anything, which was a bit of a problem for a company like Kodak. They didn't do brilliantly with the shift to digital, to say the least, to the point where they barely stayed afloat by licencing the name and logo to anyone with five quid and a vaguely appropriate product. Hence things like Kodak batteries, which have nothing to do with the Eastman Kodak Company, but have paid to use the name in case it triggers some kind of Pavlovian response. Diseased lungs? POV: an IRA trooper with cataracts? No, it's a nose. It's winter, it's bunged-up-nose time, and Rob Brydon (in his own voice, oddly) laments the effect on your poor nostrils and sinuses. Slightly undermined by the fact that you don't usually see through your nostrils, but that's not Rob's fault. Just as our POV man appears to be on the point of suicide, he's interrupted by a trolley lady and the idea of Sudafed. Which the small print helpfully points out contains sudoephedrine. Hence the name. And if your sinusitis is covering your entire face, including the tubes around the eyes, well, that sucks. But there's a Sudafed for that too. So stop moaning. And now: corporate-approved rebellion. Here's a skinny 2001-brand girl (ie she looks like she's in All Saints, unsurprisingly as she's Melanie Blatt) photocopying her arse and hurling thousands of images of it to the wind. And poking her tongue out. What a minx. She still has her knickers on, for heaven's sake. This is all in aid of Virgin Mobile somehow. Then Monkey's back with the number to call if you want to get an ITV Digital Box, but you don't. Even though you get a free Monkey. Finally, Tequila. Seemed to have something of a revival at the turn of the century, helped by that Terrorvision song. But this isn't for the drink, it's the inevitable Alka-Seltzer ad! Oliver Reed's death finally made them move on from the cocktail jar one he voiced, so here's a metaphor involving the worm at the bottom of the bottle.