One of the things that separates creatives from mere mortals, (I jest) is the ability to finally accept that your idea didn’t fly with good grace and resilience.
Nobody understood it.
Nobody liked it.
You could never afford to do it.
It had been done before.
”Don’t worry I’ll think of something else.”
All those things are hard to accept but they pale in comparison to having got your idea through and produced and then hating it.
The worst disappointment is having spent a year on a project, done three rounds of pitching, two rounds of research, fought tooth and nail for the right budget and director, photographer or animator – tried to accommodate everyone’s opinions and then when you see it you just go, ‘oh crap’.
Your heart sinks, maybe not because its awful, maybe just because it’s okay. But mostly because it really wasn’t what you started out believing it could be.
You thought it would be funnier, you thought it would be cooler. You thought, you thought, you thought.
You just hope no one notices it and it passes without incident or damage to your career.
That’s why I just feel rather sorry for the makers of the now infamous Pepsi ad. Most of us in advertising have made a turkey, myself more than most but this one was the ‘Heavens gate’ of cock-ups.
This Saturday Night Live skit, summed it up perfectly. The initial enthusiasm of the creative ( here they lump the director and creatives in to one easy to digest character) being thumped down to earth when the reality of the purile concept and all the compromises he’s allowed to happen hits him.
Because making a good commercial is hard. That’s why agencies fight to get the best talent. It’s why good creatives can be seemingly unreasonable. Contrary to popular sentiment that ‘everyone is a creative’ making a spot that captures the imagination of the public is about more than just heaping a bunch of lame socially current imagery in to a nicely shot film and hoping for the best.
I’m not really sure in this day and age of multiple research rounds etc how no one commented that this was a pile of shit?
Maybe in the concept stage it was easier to fudge and promise this arguably noble ambition of ‘bringing together of cultures and world peace’ in a storyboard.
A bit like when you have a really funny story in your head and when you start to tell it out loud to your friends they stare at you non plussed and all you have to offer is a meek ‘well…er…you had to be there’.
Being unreasonable stops this kind of disaster.
Maybe it even started out as a black lives matter script.
Maybe it featured a black woman, perhaps the real Leisha Evans from the Jonathan Bachman photo taken at the Baton Rouge protest, maybe they envisioned it as gritty and urban but also simple and genuine.
It would still have been on dodgy ground because appropriation of serious issues by a soft drink (and not even the one that is best placed to make this kind of ad) is a minefield, obviously.
Then, after the first presentation, all sorts of people from clients to consumers to consultants started commenting:
Does it have to be an angry march?
We think it’s too much black lives matter?
Can’t we have smiley faces? make it about ‘the conversation’?
What about some cool dancers to appeal to the kids?
And we want to be inclusive, one of the heroins should be a muslim girl.
I think a Cello could add some class, it’s all rather street isn’t it?
Just so many deaths by a thousand cuts that it ended up being a long way from that first idea.
And no amount of money or celebrities could save it.
But the final film was just so fake, so contrived and emasculated to avoid offending anyone, it offended everyone.
In my experience being polarising can be a good thing, if you aren’t upsetting the applecart a little then you’re doing something wrong.
Just don’t destroy the whole orchard.
I’m being generous of course, it could have just been this God-awful crap from start to finish.
The only consolation is that there’s always another brief and a chance to redeem yourself.