The Quirky Genius of the Dos Equis Ad Campaign
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Goes something like this:
Wide sweeping view of a town in Mexico, dusty and full of life
Voice (singing): Dos Equis, a Mexican beer
Voice: Ray, the guy I buy it from
Ray: Hola!
Voice: Me, the guy, I buy beer for
Voice: Far, a long way to the bar
sweeping shot of the town
Voice: So, I think I'll have a beer
Ray offers a beer
Voice: La, lalalalalala, HAVE ANOTHER BEER
A few people have gathered around Ray
Tea vendor offers tea to the camera
Voice: Tea? No thanks, I'll have a beer
Voice: That brings us back to....
A small crowd has gathered, all singing now
Large chorus: Dos Equis, a Mexican beer
Shot of Mexican flag
LC: Ray, the guy I buy it from
Crowd, with Ray at the front shouts
Crowd: HOLA!!!
LC: Me, the guy, I buy beer for
LC: Far, a long way to the bar
By now, the entire town is partying
LC: So, I think I'll have a beer
Sound of hundreds of tankards clinking
LC: La, lalalalalala, HAVE ANOTHER BEER
Crowd cheers Crowd mocks tea vendor
LC: Tea? No thanks, I'll have a beer
LC: That brings us back to....
Fireworks start going off
Entire Town: Dos
fireworks
ET: Equis,
fireworks
ET: a Mexican beer
fireworks
ET: Ray, the guy I buy it from
Ray, completely naked, jumps off the roof using a Mexican flag as a parachute, screaming
Ray: HOLAAAAAAAA!!!
ET: Me, the guy, I buy beer for
ET: Far, a long way to the bar
Entire town marching down the road, out of the town
ET: So, I think I'll have a beer
Crowd cheers
Fireworks
ET: La, lalalalalala, HAVE ANOTHER BEER
Crowd cheers louder
More fireworks
ET: Tea? No thanks, I'll have a beer
Tea vendor throws a bucket full of tea over the crowd
ET: That brings us back to....
Town explodes, fireworks everywhere, buildings shattering into shards that turn into splashes of beer. A huge column of smoke now rises where the town used to be. Green flashes are seen in the cloud of smoke, and the Millennium Falcon swoops out of the smoke, with two Tie fighters hot on its tail.
Fade to logo
Similar to what the article suggests:
But the most interesting man hasn't actually been conceived as a brand icon a la Mr. Clean or Ronald McDonald. He's more like a celebrity endorser. One who happens to be fictional. He doesn't shill with brio for the simple reason that it would undercut his claim to awesomeness. The most interesting man in the world, by definition, would not be found enthusiastically endorsing a mass-market consumer product.
I think it's also designed to be a link that the guys watching the ad can hook onto. Most guys (and this ad is squarely aimed at guys) won't only drink beer at a bar, and if they do, they won't generally only have one type. So if you follow the analysis that he's a celebrity endorsement, what he's saying is Interesting people - like yourself - vary what they drink, so when it comes to beer, try this one.
Not only does he not always drink beer, but when he does, he only "prefers" Dos Equis. So vague and non-commital. What an enigma!
Bill Murray's character isn't quite as cool, but the advert reminds me of The Life Aquatic With Steve Zizou.
"Most songs about love are written for him, about him, or by him.
He'd never initiate a conversation about the weather, even in a typhoon.
He's against cruelty to animals, but isn't afraid to issue a stern warning.
Whatever side of the tracks he's currently on is the right side. If he crossed them, he would still be the right side.
He won the same lifetime achievement award twice."
They're the very definition of "uncanny valley". The women are just real looking enough so that they look human from a distance but closer they're very obviously cg plasticy. It's so creepy.
The province of Quebec is packed with micro-breweries and has an enormous selection of excellent artisanal beers. People here like their beer: I've never seen anyone order a Bud here. They're going for the lowest possible denominator in a really tough market.
In fact, it's almost like they're targeting adolescents, certainly 18 year old college kids. A summer camp staffed by cheerleaders? The more you think about it the more appalling it seems.
EDIT: Apparently written, in 1990, by musician and author, Hugh Gallagher, as a satiric personal essay turned internet meme.
3A Essay
I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang-gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat.400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA.
I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
But I have not yet been to college.
Alas, they were out of stock.
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