See the commercial here.
Synopsis: Three skeevy, unemployable losers dabble in witchcraft by conjuring up a cheerfully nonjudgmental State Farm agent to investigate property damage to their rental unit which, remarkably, was not caused by their own brainlessness.
Ficus tree and Michael Graves bong light project understated elegance
Sound of breaking glass suddenly interrupts “Ninja Warrior” marathon
Strange artifact of ancient non-video game puzzles hooded shut-in
Before he switched to State Farm, Dave might have had to get off his ass
I see dead claims adjusters.
If you want a good laugh, summon her while swimming in the ocean.
Message: Life’s occasional misfortunes are easy to deal with when you have an insurance company that enables you to violate the laws of physics in order to avoid picking up the phone.
And yet, somehow, the ability to shower and shave continues to elude him
In no other country could someone like this exist
Subliminal Message: Like a soulless apparition consigned to forever wander the Earth, State Farm is there.
“Did you see that centipede come out of her ear?”
“No offense, but this is getting a little freaky.”
Memorable Moment: Upon realizing that they possess the unlimited, God-like power to make any desired object materialize before their eyes, the unambitious trio asks for a snack, a nerdy neighbor girl, and a hot tub, in that order.
Mmm … that all-bread sandwich looks mighty tasty …
Fortunately, she wasn’t on the toilet
Um … has anyone seen the cat?
Disturbing Aspect: The State Farm agent is mildly amused by her client’s opportunistic abduction of a startled young woman.
You’re not in 4E anymore, honey …
“She’s pur-dee …”
Things went south pretty quickly after that …
Burning Questions: Wouldn’t a broken window be covered under the landlord’s policy? In response to seeing a sandwich, has any human being previously exclaimed to another, “Oh, man – you wanna go halfsies?” Did the idea of requesting, say, a hundred bars of gold ever occur to these slack-jawed imbeciles?
“OK, now I want, um … another acid-washed t-shirt.”
Overall Loathsomeness: 7.7
Mitigating Factor: The indoor hood / “hip-hop ferryman” look never really caught on.