Not snarky enough
Many in the media are having some fun with the news that Bob Dylan, soon to turn 63, appears in a new Victoria's Secret commercial set to his song "Love Sick." Shot in Venice (as in Italy), the ad features the mysterious bard himself along with the usual scantily clad supermodels.
Virtually all of the commentators have tried to make the story funny. Mostly they offer Dylan song titles and lyric quotes. For instance, the Boston Globe:
Visions of Johanna in floral-lace baby doll sleepwear?But IMHO, no one has yet struck comedy "gold" with it. Readers?Lay, lady, lay across my big brass bed -- in a mini balconet bra and bun pant?
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Comments (8)
How many supermodels must a star shill for
Before you call him a man?
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Ev'rybody knows
That Bobby's got new clothes
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Mama, take this teddy off of me
I can't use it anymore.
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The lengths some guys will go through to get a date with an underwear model.
Posted by Betsy | April 4, 2004 11:03 PM
It's not a 'funny' story, per se. Yes, there's a funny side to it. But it's not a laugh-out-loud funny. It's more of a I-wish-it-were-me-when-I'm-that-old kind of funny.
I noticed all the commentators noted that some folks called Dylan a 'sell-out'. How horrible, to be good at what you do *and* make money at it. Why do people feel threatened by someone who is talented AND rich?
"If it's worth doing, it's worth doing for money."
Posted by Scott | April 4, 2004 11:04 PM
How about 'Angelina, right? I didn't recognize you in that g-string.'
OK, that wasn't funny. My apologies.
Posted by Scott | April 4, 2004 11:07 PM
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's bra no more.
Posted by Marko | April 5, 2004 11:22 AM
Awww mama, can this really be the end??
To be stuck inside my mobile with no underwear again.
Posted by Lily | April 5, 2004 1:54 PM
Every model must get boned
Posted by Polonius Crunk | April 5, 2004 3:52 PM
Thank you, Polonius, that is exactly what I was looking for -- the defining crack (if you'll pardon the expression).
Posted by Jack Bog | April 6, 2004 3:32 AM
Hey, Mister Tambourine Man, buy a thong from me,
I'm not sleepy, if this is a face you're going for;
Hey, Mister Tambourine Man, buy a thong from me,
Just a jingle-jangle phone call, and the shipping is free.
Posted by Isaac Laquedem | April 6, 2004 1:42 PM