Have I mentioned lately my unabated contempt for people in commercials who are amazed their pasta came from Pizza Hut? [source]

I caught an ad in which Pizza Hut blindfolds a family and leads them back into their own house – to their surprise!

How do you not recognize your own house? Your own dining table. The steps out front that you just walked down.

This ad confuses me.

"It's so hot. I think I'll sacrifice my life so my friends can shower themselves in the Sprite inside my body."

It flabbergasts me that Nikon built all of its marketing around Ashton Kutcher.

Should a critic who awarded Wanted and The Da Vinci Code four stars be writing for The Consumerist?