Ah, the French. Recently found to be the most arrogant, demanding and insufferable tourists the world over, they have now also spat venom in the eyes of the world by mixing sex and advertising with perversion and childishness to give us this mocking atomic bomb test of a commercial, which - let us not forget - is sort of for a child's beverage. Don't get me wrong (or I'll find you and stab you), I have been a fan of Orangina for quite some time, as is anyone who feels the need to spend too much money on juice with bubbles and water added to it. Orangina contains no caffeine, and while cleansing to the palette and moderately refreshing, is best viewed as a mixer, an ingredient to a harder beverage, or a poor substitute for juice, only slightly better than Tang.
Speaking of Tang, check out the tang on that bear, yeah? And I like a fawn with tits, just not this one. I do support the inclusion of the transsexual peacocks in the ad, with their feathered crest tails of the males, but obvious human female attributes. Like a furry's wet dream, a juice commercial that would intrigue Freud and embarrass Fellini. A minute and 45 seconds worth of citrus money shot, designed to make you...what? If I associated this commercial with my need to drink a citrus beverage, I'd have awkward grocery store moments.
The femme octopus squeezing her fruited breasts at the camera is my favorite part, though.
