Boy meets creep
I’ve been seeing this print campaign for Citibank for months now and I can’t decide if this is a strange gay couple, a bizarre father and son, or a master and slave. Maybe all three.
More recently, I’ve decided that this ambiguity is on purpose. We don’t need to know who they are. We don’t need to know the full details of the lad’s suffering. We just need to know that because the depraved squire has a Citi PremierPass credit card, he can do any damn thing he likes.
As a foe of colonialism and slavery, I won’t be getting a Citi PremierPass credit card.
December 17th, 2006 at 2:05 pm
This series of commercials is kind of creepy. I’m happy that someone else feels that way.
Paul
December 17th, 2006 at 5:08 pm
They are indeed a very strange gay couple. The older man is the lad’s father. And his Master. It’s gay incestuous domination. The next commercial will include a leather harness, ping pong paddle, and dental floss.
December 18th, 2006 at 7:31 am
The older man seated on the right is obviously some kind of amateur masochist, as is obviated by the color of the handkercheif in the breast pocket of his jacket. The socks are also a very blatant attempt to subtly reveal a lycra fetish. The ‘boy’ is the step-son of the older man’s Publisher, that the stepfather traded in exchange for pushing his book on “The Professional Self, in Diction Therapy” Rich, you left out the peanut butter and Welch’s grape jelly. I’ll forgive you this once.
January 11th, 2007 at 4:25 pm
[…] This time it is my new Citi PremierPass credit card. You know the ads with an obnoxious fellow with a contrived accent. This card looked perfect for me because it gave points for not just buying stuff, but also for miles flown. I fly a lot. Additionally, it lets you spend those miles on any airline, no blackouts. Pretty awesome! […]
January 24th, 2007 at 8:33 pm
Nice Post.
That was well said. Always appreciate your indepth views. Keep up the great work!
John
March 26th, 2007 at 2:59 pm
[…] I few months ago I was troubled by the bizarre Citibank ad campaign built around some master-slave relationship I didn’t quite understand. […]