If you don’t forward this on to thirty seven of your closest friends before the big hand on the clock strikes 19 minutes to, your second uncle twice removed on your step brother’s side of the family will come back from the land he farms sheep on and you will not be sent the crate of champers by Moët. For reals.
This wasn’t made for the sake of it. The viral offers meaning and works for what they are selling. I think the lead’s annoyingly believable performance is flawless – and you wanting to continue watching will have more to do with your sense of humour than it will with your curiosity to see it through. It’s not brand new, but it is novel and it resonates with me because if I get one more drivel-pathetic email warning me of a plague upon all our houses should I not forward it, I will put a cigarette out in my eye.
What’s the worst ball of twaddle you’ve ever been expected to believe from an email?
© Copywriter Dylan Balkind