Victoria’s Secret advert, as directed by Michael Bay… terrible, terrible, terrible.
Michael Bay does little well except pump out explosions and cleavage shots like a 15-year-old boy first discovering the video feature on his iPhone. If this man wasn’t a pyromaniac as a child, I’ll eat my hat. Even better, I’ll go out and buy a hat and then eat it. The only thing worse than the derivative, three-hour-long torture sessions he gets away with calling movies, is the fact that his career never quits. He’s gone off on a tangent for this latest project, but we’ll be beaten over the head with a Transformers 3 before we all know it.
The latest group to give him access to a giant pile of money, a rock CD from 1991, and a flame-thrower are the people of Victoria’s Secret. In an advert that appeals more to men than women a bunch of leggy models swan about to an unbearable backing track, as they try not to get their hair set on fire.
This dude has been given free reign to produce their advert, which aired in the US early last week. The commercial looks like all of the movies he has ever made. Too long, too booby and too many BOOMS. Bad Bay, very, very bad.
