Hey, has anyone had the balls to go to the “Draft FCB Group Employee Microsite” and sit through a stomach churning diatribe from new “Emperor of the known fucking Universe” Howard Draft? For an outfit that’s supposed to be on top of new and alternative media, this is a pathetic piece of shit. It opens with a really cheesy piece of stock music, then we suffer though several minutes of a tight head shot of Emperor Howard talking shit in front of a bookshelf stuffed with ten cent remainders from that table outside your local Barnes & Noble. Unfortunately, it’s obvious from the fact that his fucking eyeline is at least ten inches above the camera that he’s reading this “spontaneous” crap from a tele-prompter. Jesus, it sticks out more than the fucking transmitter that was duct taped up the back of Bush’s jacket in the Presidential debate!
It is bad. Draft knew the merger was coming. Why not have an ambitious creative team–one dying to do TV–give it a go?