Thoughts that went through my head as I watched this spot:
Dude can't sell Gatorade to a woman because "It's for gals who have been working out hard and breaking a sweat." Gals? He just said gals? Wow.
Gatorade isn't designed for when you're hungover. That doesn't mean it's not a time-honored cure for it. We also drink it when we have the flu. You know this because you did an entire spot around the idea featuring Michael Jordan, FFS. Stop telling us how to use your product. Hangovers and barfing victims probably account for a good percentage of your sales.
Now I get it. The guy behind the counter working a minimum wage job is giving the woman a hard time because he hates his life. It's a satire.
Oh it's Peyton Manning. With a gut. Looks like he hasn't been sweating much either. They're hiding his freaking gut behind the cash register.
Does the woman even know who Peyton Manning is? She doesn't even register his star power.
She just said "What do I need to do for the Gatorade?" Is this turning into a porno? This is disturbing. *checks credits.* Oh no wonder-- a bunch of dudes wrote it.
I can't sit through any more of this.