
Have you seen this Nike commercial, the one that starts out looking like Chariots of Fire and morphs into a sneaker ad? Man, I’m loathe to bring any more attention to a company that uses child labor to make $200 running shoes, but the ad so perfectly encapsulates the geek approach to pop culture that I can’t help it. (You can watch it here if you haven’t caught it on the tube.)
From its perfect reenactment of that famous scene from Chariots of Fire, with the runners jogging in slo-mo down the beach and the inspiring Vangelis music, the real world slowly intrudes -- someone trods on a manhole cover in the surf; a taxi scoots by along the shore; fire escapes and parking meters slide past on the beach. One of the runners, we eventually learn, is running along a busy city street -- it’s his new Nikes that make him feel as if he’s jogging barefoot in the sand.
I’d bet the rent money* that whoever conceived of this ad is between 25 and 40: because this is how we Xers take the pop culture we’re fed and make it our own. We see allusions to the stuff we love everywhere; we can’t help but quote from a movie or a song when it seems appropriate (usually, it seems irresistible to do so); we don’t just passively consume what’s handed to us, we rework it into the soundtrack in our minds, into the movie of our lives that plays in our heads constantly. I don’t know whether it’s either a healthy or unhealthy thing that so much of how we relate to the world gets filtered through someone else’s images and words -- I just know that it happens.
I may never buy a pair of Nike sneakers (though I have to confess that a pair of shoes that makes it feel as if you’re running barefoot are rather intriguing), but I’ll never forget this ad. Because it recognizes that my understanding of myself and the world around me frequently percolates through a filter of iconic pop culture imagery.
*Offer not valid anywhere.




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