Let’s consider the skeletal narrative implied by Adidas’s new viral marketing video, designed to sell, I don’t know, some shoes or whatever. One morning, Steven Gerrard and Xabi Alonso woke up, put on their matching Liverpool training gear, and drove to the skeet shooting store. After loading up the truck with equipment, they headed out to the training pitch at Melwood, where they were joined by a guy with a cell phone camera, who happened to be hanging out in the parking lot, and whom they invited to follow them around. The three of them set up the equipment. Then, with Xabi Alonso manning the traps, Steven Gerrard began kicking soccer balls at the clay pigeons launched by the machines. After some early struggles, he improved (“Better,” you’ll hear the men say after the first attempt recorded in the ad. “Closer.”) Then, he hit one, but rather than celebrating, he just sniffed and turned away, only giving one telltale look over his shoulder at the cell phone camera guy. Who then went home, naturally, and uploaded the video he fortuitously recorded of the entire candid scene on YouTube.
The debate about this video, and on various pockets of the internet it will be pitiless and harsh, will center around the question of whether it is “real,” meaning whether Gerrard really hit the clay pigeon with the ball. (The ad agency says he did.) I think this says a great deal about the sophistication of the modern viral ad-campaign audience, since we’re completely able to overlook the question of the elaborate, goofy logic of the frame story and its theoretical connection to a product we might buy, and yet simultaneously completely able to read the exact tone of the message conveyed non-verbally by Gerrard’s matter-of-fact reaction to his apparently amazing feat. (I’m trying to come up with a more precise slogan for the ad, and the best I can do is: “Utterly crush your helpful Spanish friends. Adidas.”) We don’t need to spare any time comprehending these subtly detailed issues of content, which we process almost subliminally, and can instead skip directly to behind-the-scenes questions of physical veracity, post-production, and special effects. So that the advertisement ultimately appears to function by triggering a mnemonic reflex based on the vexed question of the ontology of filmed events, which we all feel as a nervous semi-conscious crisis that has to be confronted daily, like the inescapable problem of nutrition faced by the early Neanderthals, or the struggle to comprehend ground tactics faced by soldiers in a war. Where were you when nothing happened? I was nowhere, and I saw a clay pigeon explode.
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by Brian Phillips · November 25, 2008
The 2005 European Cup Did Not Take Place.
As a former film major, I am both delighted and terrified by this post.
You seem to think that Steven Gerrard and Xabi Alonso ever do anything other than ride around Liverpool scheming up new ideas and wearing their training gear. Removing those clothes (especially for Gerrard) would result in an identity crisis of unparalleled proportions.
Sorry mate but it’s real:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/football/leagues/premierleague/3526186/Liverpools-Steven-Gerrard-and-Chelseas-Michael-Ballack-put-their-skills-to-the-test-Football.html
I’m reminded of the debate a few years ago over that Ronaldinho ad in which he repeatedly hits the crossbar – you couldn’t go anywhere on the footie-loving internets without seeing people arguing over whether it was real or fake.
Oye, the mere fact that an add from adidas disrupts your ontology is of no consequence. Wheter or not you coutenance the veracity of Gerrard’s accomplishment matters not. So jog on son, and yes the 2005 Champions League win was very real, its a damn commercial ontological discrepancies should not even arise.
Really? And you’re calling yourself Tyler Durden?
And the storyline matters because…… ?
The storyline matters because the storyline is there. This is the sort of detached fragment that we’re constantly being called on to process, and as the processing has become more instinctive—and thus less critical—the nature of what we’re being asked to process has become incrementally more bizarre. To an ad producer I doubt that’s of any significance at all, but to a person caught in the blizzard of contemporary marketing it might be interesting to think about.
I think this storyline is airtight compared to the drivel on television and 90% of films.
Just the other day Santi and I did the same thing, but the only difference is 1) We are broke and neither owns a cellphone camera to capture the feat, and 2) I actually hit3 out of 4 claypigeons.
And don’t trust any post by an individual posing as Santiago which may speak to the contrary, perchance claiming we “do not live in the same city” or other logistical questions.