Truth be told...

There was a movie starring Dustin Hoffman. Wait. Not Hoffman. Was it Richard Dreyfuss? Damn. Who was it? It was about an Advertising Executive that suffered a nervous breakdown. The pressure of coming up with extravagant lies about products he neither used nor believed in became too much and he lost it.
Completely.
Ended up in a loony bin.
What on earth was the name of the movie? You ever forget the details but you’re still able to see the thing that you remember but not what it was called?
I hate it when that happens. It’s like watching a movie with the volume turned off.
Screw this. Its for these moments that God gave us Google.
And IMDB.com (The Internet Movie Database…). Hold on a sec.

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Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah

When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh

(ooh) but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give-

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Ok, I got it. It turns out that it wasn’t Hoffman or Dreyfuss or Nick Nolte for that matter. It was, of all people, Dudley Moore. Go figure. I always thought it was Hoffman or Dreyfuss.
Anyway…
Dudley Moore plays an Ad Exec that goes coo coo for cocoa puffs and ends up in a mental hospital. The movie was called “Crazy People”, came out in 1990.
What did he do as he began to come unhinged?
Well, he didn’t do what you thought he was gonna do.
He didn’t go crazy…
Who’s coming with me? Huh? Come on. WHO’S COMING WITH ME!?!
Wait.
That was another movie.
Oh yeah. I remember now.
He did something extraordinary, something unthinkable, apocalyptic even!
He told the truth.
That’s right he came clean.
Volvos?
They’re boxy, but they’re safe!
Which, of course, brings me to my point.
Truth in Advertising.
Tell us what you mean when you say erections may last longer than four hours (and why, exactly that’s supposed to be a bad thing…) And why is it that when people on TV drink Pepsi they get invited to parties and hang out with supermodels and Puff Daddy, er I mean, P. Diddy, wait no, he changed it again…
Diddy. That’s right, it’s just plain old Diddy now.
Where is Diddy and the Swedish Bikini Team?
All I get when I drink Pepsi is an upset stomach and pimples.
What if, for example, Police Officers were more truthful in their advertising?
Now before you go sending that off to your friends via email as the real thing, make sure you read the snopes.com page on it first.
(If you don’t know what snopes.com is, your homework is to read the previous post. There will be a quiz on Monday…)
And that’s all I have to say about that really…
Ok. It’s late. It’s Friday.
I’m calling this one early people. Have a good one.