This commercial drives me crazy. What the fuck are they thinking?????
I googled it and found that plenty of other people hate it too. They find it racist, which it is. Overtly. But the whole scenario is so stupid and rife with problems, all jammed into just 31 seconds.
Why would the manager grab the envelope and read the contents aloud without knowing what it said? God damn it.
Can anyone explain why this commercial hasn’t been retired? Is it to cheer up racists or what?
Thoughts?
People love McDonald’s. People love referring to it as Mickey D’s. People are shit.
That commercial just came on tv! Omg! It is insulting, the poor shmos who are not getting envelopes, the cheesy show of unity, retire it.
This, right here, is why I no longer have a TV.
I’m happier not feeling constantly insulted.
It really is an idiot box. It certainly treats you like you’re one.
Once, the assistant headmaster had to stand in for my history teacher during first period, and during a discussion of college acceptances, she informed me, in front of the whole class that I was rejected by my first choice college. I was crushed but I had to hide it.
So I’m thinking, Why *did* the McDonald’s manager a) grab the letter and b) read it in front of everyone? What if the envelope contained a rejection letter? The commercial is sickening on several levels and clearly made by white people.
Okay, the fact that I went to a school that had an assistant headmaster is misleading. This was a private school, yes, but it was super liberal, even in the ’80s, and I was on major financial aid. I’m actually glad I didn’t go to my first choice college. I would have overlapped with Laura Ingraham.
I think we’ve all been missing the point. Like, at this particular McDonald’s the manager worked his way up from bathroom mopper to fry cook to cashier and all the way up to manager. But what he REALLY wanted to do was go to college. Mime school or something dramatic like that. In fact, his dreams of doing this stuff went unfulfilled because he had waaaaay too many kids so he had to take the crap McDonalds gig mopping up the bathrooms and sacrificed his personal dream of stardom in order to support his family which is so overwhelmingly numerous he can only afford to feed them off of the dollar menu and whatever scraps customers leave behind.
In all his spare time he he looks up acting technique articles on Wikipedia and auditions at community theatre productions of shit like Thoroughly Modern Milly and Driving Miss Daisy and Fuller House: The Musical. But when he finally lands the part of Detective Stan “Wojo” Wojciehowicz in a hideously misguided adaptation of A Connecticut Yankee In Barney Miller’s Court (which I guess hinges on the premise that Barney Miller has become a judge but I’m not certain if the laws in wherever Barney Miller took place would even allow for that), he has to work at the McDonald’s because the assistant manager has suddenly died of AIDS or chicken nugget lung and so misses his one big chance of fulfilling his dream.
Anyway, that’s why he’s so thrilled about this kid and his acceptance into college. That’s why he’s lovin’ it, you heartless shit turd motherfuckers. You don’t know this manager, his life, his loves, his dreams, his aspirations and the crushing weight of failure that caused him to lose his hair, the insatiable lust and religious fervor that forces his family to expand in a scrabbling sprawling Pig Pen-esque dirt cloud stretching like a herd of cattle from horizon to horizon. But go ahead, sit there and judge him like that smug bastard Barney Miller would. Go ahead, you fucks. Do it. Judge him, you rotten bastards. Shit on his joy. Shit all over him.
Also: those McGriddle things are pretty tasty.
Romeo – Yep, but still.
DJ – Than you for your ire.
Suspended – You mean idiots like people who voted for Trump?
Mark-E – Shit, you dodged a bullet there!
Romeo – Hahahahahahahahahahaha. NO. In fact: The guy who plays the manager is a prick with dead eyes who has been basking in the praise he’s received for playing that scene where he raises his voice with heartfelt excitement. However, he will never work again and will always be remembered as that cunt in the MacDonald’s commercial. The actor who plays the employee with the letter is embarrassed for portraying his character as a dumb cotton-picker who can’t read. But he’ll be in the Black Panther sequel, playing a mentally handicapped goatherd.
Those eyes are the Platonic ideal of dead eyes.