Tooth in Advertising
by Scott Hardie on March 29, 2007
Every time I go to the local Carmike cinema and watch their pre-show reminders montage, I wind up thinking about dentists. First they show King Kong howling with those yellowish fangs – he needs a veterinary dentist. Then it's the pirates of the Caribbean; they have gold teeth so they need dentists too. Then there's a lot of people drinking Coke, and they'll need lots of dentists, except the one guy who's about to take a sip when his girlfriend jumps and yanks it away from him; he probably won't. Then there's Arnold in T2 (nice contemporary-film reference); he gets into a lot of fights so he probably needs a dentist. And last of course, they show Harry Potter, who's British.
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