| | Don’t change channels: AI has taken over the commerical break In this week’s newsletter: Usually, we’d rather make a cup of tea when the ads come on, but the Super Bowl slew of A-listers flogging AI products smacks of desperate PR |
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The Guide doesn’t tend to focus on adverts very often. We’re usually more interested in the popular culture those commercials are busy rudely interrupting. Besides, complaining about the most annoying ones – like the Confused.com ad where a succession of people squeeze the mouths into a disgusting O-shape and mime whistling for reasons unknown – only affords them the attention they crave. My primary life ambition is to live in a world where they stop making the Domino-hoo-hoo ads, so I’m hoping that ignoring them may help make that utopia a reality. Still, sometimes it is worth paying attention in the ad breaks. After all, the best examples – Ridley Scott’s 1984-riffing Apple spot, say, or Jonathan Glazer’s Guinness ad – elevate the form to something close to art. Great ads tend to linger in the collective imagination, serving as shorthand for the era they belong to. Even when the ads aren’t coming close to doing that, they can still tell us something interesting about what messages our capitalist overlords are trying to get us to swallow. And if you have been paying attention to ad breaks over the past few months, you’ll likely have noticed a recurring message: artificial intelligence, far from being the thing that will ultimately turn society in to a giant pool of grey goo, is actually your friend. This trend seemed to kick off over Christmas, when I kept being assailed by a podcast ad for Google’s AI Gemini chatbot (it doesn’t seem to be online, so you’ll have to take my word for it). A generic bloke asks his phone “how do you think my football team will get on this season?” and gets an answer so vague and uninformed it might have been crafted by Armando Iannucci. Around the same time, a better, if more sinister, example was the very entertaining Apple ad where an office drone writes a screed to the co-worker who pinched his pudding from the company fridge, and then uses his MacBook’s AI writing tool to moderate his tone. And there was a Matthew McConaughey-Woody Harrelson ad for Salesforce that suggested AI’s main asset would be in preventing people from buying lurid fluffy hats. AI’s real coming out party though was during last weekend’s Super Bowl, that rare occasion where people actively watch adverts rather than run a mile from them. America’s biggest sporting event, with its notoriously pricey commercial real estate, has always been a vital proving ground for campaigns, a place where the right ad at the right time might produce something zeitgeist-capturing, but where a misjudged spot might prove company-endingly disastrous. And every so often a theme takes over these Super Bowl ads: in 2000 it was dotcom companies (mere months before the bottom fell out of the whole sector); and three years ago it was cryptocurrency, hawked by celebs who definitely knew what they were talking about. | | This time it was AI that celebs seemed to be hawking. McConaughey and Harrelson were back, taking over Heathrow airport for another knockabout affair, while Meta and Ray-Ban recruited two Chrises (Hemsworth and Pratt) and one Kris (Jenner) for an entertaining ad riffing on Maurizio Cattelan’s notorious duct-taped banana artwork. Meanwhile, OpenAI, the company behind ChatGPT, eschewed celebs for an ambitious animated ad that positioned AI in the lineage of world-shaking developments. And, Google had another Gemini ad, this time for the other football, with a clueless boyfriend trying to impress his girlfriend’s family by getting AI to teach him some basic gridiron phrases (not unlike that Armando Iannucci sketch). It was part of a huge advertising push by Google for its AI-enabled products, with ads showing the quotidian ways AI can assist everyday folk – although their earlier advert where, thanks to AI, the popularity of gouda cheese was wildly overstated, was sensibly nowhere to be seen. Even if you aren’t a complete AI catastrophiser, something still feels a little off about how loudly these companies are using these ads to insist that AI is only here to help. There was no promise of a bold new future, no glowing athlete hurling a giant hammer at Big Brother. Instead, with the bold exception of OpenAI’s ad – which at least seemed to be owning the society-altering implications of its product – every ad here seemed to be downplaying AI’s significance: it’s just here to sell cheese, not take over the world. And that makes sense, since polling suggests that Americans think more harm than good will come from AI. (In the UK, polling around AI is more positive, but still decidedly mixed.) This ad splurge felt less about enticing consumers with a glitzy new product than doing reputation management on something that, like it or not, people will have to start using soon. Much of this reputation management was being done via likable A-listers, which had an irony to it, given that no group of workers has been more vocal than actors about the threat AI poses to their livelihoods. Right as the Chrises, McConaughey and co were trumpeting the benefits of AI, their union Sag-Aftra was fighting for video game voice actors, who have been on strike since July over the use of generative AI in the gaming industry. And AI has inserted itself into this year’s Oscar race, too. Similar tensions are already being felt, or soon will be, across practically every other industry – including, of course, advertising. Most people have their eyes open about AI, recognising its life-changing benefits as well as its pitfalls. But ads trying to minimise or even cutesify this most disruptive of industries is only going to irritate people – almost as much as hearing Domino-hoo-hoo. |
| | | Take Five | Each week we run down the five essential pieces of pop-culture we’re watching, reading and listening to | | 1 | FILM – Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy A bruising face-off at the box office this weekend: Captain America’s signature shield takes on Bridget’s trademarked oversized undies. Ms Jones is expected to triumph with a fourth and final outing that has largely received warm reviews from critics (our Peter Bradshaw excepted), with one or two reckoning it might be the strongest in the series. The plot promises both mischief and bucket-loads of tears, with Bridget juggling a pair of suitors (Chiwetel Ejiofor and One Day’s Leo Woodall) while reckoning with the death of Mark Darcy. Out now. Want more? Stop motion comedy-drama Memoir of a Snail follows the troubled life of an Aussie gastropod. And here’s seven more films you can watch from home this week.
| 2 | ALBUM – Bartees Strange: Horror With an ear for a great off-kilter melody and a driving chorus, Ipswich-born American artist Bartees Strange has been predicted for stardom for some time now. On his third album he brings in some additional firepower to get over the top, with Jack Antonoff handling production duties. Centred on ideas of fear in his life as a Black queer musician, Horror is a far less forbidding listen than that description might suggest, largely thanks Strange’s easy way with genre experimentation: opener Too Much morphs from Prince-style funk noodling to backpack rap, single Sober is effortless heartland AM rock, and on Lovers Strange even plays with 90s chart house. A lot going on, then – but all of it good. Want more? Brilliant oddball singer-songwriter Richard Dawson’s new album End of the Middle is all about the middle-class English family unit, but with a twist: it’s inspired by the work of Japanese director great Yasujirō Ozu. Plus, for reviews of all the latest albums, click here.
| 3 | TV – The White Lotus Hoteliers, lock up your housemaids: Mike White’s black comedy returns with more tales of ghastly gilded westerners running amok in luxury. This time around the setting is Thailand, a choice fraught with risk over cultural sensitivities. And just to make this season’s assignment harder still, White no longer has the brilliant Jennifer Coolidge to call on. Leslie Bibb, Carrie Coon, Jason Isaacs, Parker Posey and Walton Goggins are among those vying to take her place as chief scene-stealer. Episode one is available on Sky and Now on Monday. Want more? Hacks (Sky/Now) and Big Boys (Channel 4) are back for much anticipated third seasons this week. Plus: here’s seven more shows to stream.
| 4 | BOOK – The South by Tash Aw The first in a planned quartet, Aw’s latest novel follows two families in rural Malaysia over one 1990s summer. The farm on which the whole novel takes place is in decline, and two adolescent boys think ahead to their future as they explore a relationship with each other. Aw is “breaking into newly empathetic and impactful territory” with this novel, says Guardian reviewer Lara Feigel. He made his name with novels including The Harmony Silk Factory and Five Star Billionaire, which feature “exuberant, heavily plotted portraits of life in Malaysia and China, the characters edging between makeshift grifting and actual criminality”. Here, Aw discovers “a different kind of writing,” Feigel says, “emerging as a Proustian chronicler of momentary bodily and mental experience writing on a compressed, exquisite scale”. Want more? The Women’s prize for nonfiction has unveiled its 2025 longlist, and there’s plenty to get stuck into, from moving memoirs to clear-sighted studies of pressing global issues.
| 5 | PODCAST – Scratch & Win Prohibited until not very long ago, gambling of all stripes – from casinos to sport betting – is now booming in the US, though the country’s complicated relationship with it remains (it is still illegal in some states). This podcast looks at that relationship through the rise of the humble scratchcard in the 1970s, and the battle for its control between state bureaucrats and organised crime. It comes from the team behind The Big Dig, a similarly fascinating pod looking at a Boston infrastructure project so disastrous it has its own very long Wikipedia page. Want more? Panic World, from the very good Garbage Day newsletter, looks at modern moral panics and witch-hunts. Plus, here are more of the best podcasts to listen to this week. |
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| | | You be the Guide | Last week we asked for your favourite love songs for Valentine’s Day. Your picks spanned genres and decades, from Leonard Cohen to Paramore (though I’m not sure how seriously to take this Dead Kennedys suggestion). Sorry we couldn’t include them all, but here is a selection: “We Could Send Letters by Aztec Camera, released as a B-side by the rather wonderful Postcard label in 1981. In my youth I was smitten with a girl and gave her the 7” as a gift. It’s more of a paean to love lost rather than love gained. Which says it all really. I knew she was out of my league. Forty years later and We Could Send WhatsApps just doesn’t have the same ring, does it?” – David McCutcheon “Labi Siffre’s ‘Till Forever … just over a minute long and so sweet. Because let’s face it … if you are lucky in love then you do think you will love them for ever!” Maggie “Carly Simon’s 1972 classic, We Have No Secrets. I find it very real, at my advanced age of 68 years. When I was young, I thought it was funny that you would share everything with your love, only to regret it. Now that I have had a few relationships myself, it is the most honest love song I have ever heard. No one goes through life unscathed by sharing their entire self with a lover. There are too many situations to misinterpret and be used as ammunition in the relationship if it goes badly.” – Michaline Morrison “Falling Free by David Gray. In 2006 this song was sent to me by someone with whom I was quickly falling in love. This clinched it. A man who feels this deeply, with this poetry in his heart, plus isn’t afraid to speak it, is a keeper.” – Kate O’Hara |
| | | Get involved | To mark the return of The White Lotus, I want to hear about your favourite fictional hotels. It could be the gleaming Grand Budapest or the grotfest of Guest House Paradiso: let me know your pick by replying to this email or contacting me on [email protected].
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