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This unbelievable 1985 commercial for the Plymouth Duster starring Finola Hughes and every ’80s cliche except the Rubik’s Cube has just completely blown my mind. We cannot parody the ’80s. The people of the ’80s did it all first, in this one commercial. I can’t stop watching this:
This commenter might be right:
They should have just shown this instead of the ’80s flashbacks on last week’s Gossip Girl. I have to go watch Girls Just Wanna Have Fun now. (Via Jalopnik.)
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Finola isn’t the only one that’s had to leave it all behind because of a Plymouth Duster.
(I really want that Finola Hughes tag to get more use than it’s going to)
I’d strongly consider buying an American car if I knew that some of the profits they made would go into more of this kind of advertising.
Where’s Zabka?
Mind=blown.
i want to go to there.
these are like outtakes from Barry Gordy’s The Last Dragon.
PRO TIP: Skip to 3:15.
I love the humongous stick shift. It looks like she’s driving a tractor.
Great, I’m going to be singing that all day now. Mah duster, Mah Duster!
And this is why no one buys American anymore.
Pants? Meet crap!
I want to drive a Plymouth Duster™. It sure looks like a lot of fun!
Would someone tell me where you get a Polaroid that dispenses already developed pictures k thanks.
I just pulled the cord on my parachute pants.
The song is like a collaboration between Missing Persons and Elvis Costello = me listening over and over again.
I’d also like to add that the first line of the song is “I don’t wanna be safe no more.”
I’d like to add in addition to that that this commercial is a car commercial.
Unfortunately, as wonderfully ironic as that would be, the line is “I don’t wanna be SAD no more”. Hence, the extreme close up of a glycerined tear on Finola’s face.
And I’m a buzzkill, dude.
It seriously is “sad,” isn’t it.
Ugh. Buzzzzzzzzz*CHOKE*
That’s very fine, I often choose being right over being fun any day. (True story.) Either way the commercial continues to unfold before my mind upon the tens of viewings.
I think the biggest cliche is the fact that her name is Finola.
“Satisfy me! My Duster!”
My car never makes me break out in song.
This is better than anything Vivian Girls ever did or ever will do.
it’s like duran duran ran a dealership!
It’s like the entire set is made out of cocaine. Look at the guy at 0:41 – no need to use a razor!
I actually owned this car, my first. Jealous?
I would have loved to hear the director on the set of filming this commercial, particularly for the moment at 1:07, which is both intensely terrifying and the funniest thing ever.
i owned a sweet red duster with the purple graffiti style “duster” stickers on the side panels and it was a huge piece of shit. the poor man’s Dodge Shadow, literally. i can’t tell if this commercial makes me like that car more or less.
0:37: The first recorded instance of ghost riding the whip.
Also, the pitch for this commercial? “There’s these dancers. And they’re dancing in all of this…dust! Gettit?