This is really four commercials back to back. I like that sentient bananas are willing to strip their skins off and sacrifice themselves for humans.
Number three has one of the typical vintage representations of a cannibal for you to marvel at.
This cover could hardly be improved upon for macabre glee and impartial offensiveness.
Read the story here.
Just the thing to prevent number one son.
Caution: gratuitous bare female flesh for a few seconds at the start.
Full movie below.
Christopher Miller's new book is a must-have for any WU-vie, detailing with comprehensive wit all the old humor tropes that once delighted millions, but are now just plain weird, but with a residual underlying universality.
Read a sample here.
"Hey, Manuel, why go to the bullfight when you can do the tweest?"
The Twisting Kings were apparently the studio musicians who later became known as the Funk Brothers.
Caution: brief flashes of uncovered upper female chest area and two swears.
Yes, it appears this "dance" is performed with clown nose and ripped panties around the ankles. But why not get the explanation of her "art" direct from the horse's mouth?
Not a single stereotype about African-Americans left unexplored!
Disney characters have touted much merch. But rarely has the studio designed a character expressly as a corporate spokesman. The exception is Fresh-Up Freddie
But what a godawful mess he was, all over the stereotype map.
In this non-embeddable commercial
Freddie is manic like Woody Woodpecker or Daffy Duck. Then he does a Maurice Chevalier imitation. There are real humans and teenybopper birds.
Still manic, but now he's also a "teenager" Fred Astaire.
Some kind of socialite William Powell/Richie Rich.
Texas oil baron.
Now he talks like Speedy Gonzalez, as a bullfighter.
And last but not least, Freddie has a sex change.