Aidan McClure, Laurent Simon, Shay Reading & Frank Ginger and Ringan Ledwidge

Original by James W Griffiths

Rip-off by Aidan McClure, Laurent Simon, Shay Reading & Frank Ginger and Ringan Ledwidge


"Reach for the hankies - it's the new John Lewis ad!"

The only tears being shed over this travesty are milky ones spurting from the cocks of the light-fingered fuck-sticks who purloined James' film as they wank each other spastic in a circle of self-congratulation. The cunts.

Adam & Eve. Never Knowingly Original.

James Millers & Andrew Long

Orignal by Juri Zaech

Rip-off by James Millers & Andrew Long

Yes boys, riding a bike is easy. Good point. And so is Googling 'bike' and then clicking a mouse button until you find something that saves you the effort of having a fucking idea of your own. 'Family time'? Yup, there's certainly plenty of that when someone else is doing your job for you. Cunts.

Lee Trott & Sam Haynes

Big Ideas (don't get any) from James Houston on Vimeo.



Original by James Houston

Rip-off by Lee Trott & Sam Haynes


YouTube is heaving with films similar to James', but as James' was the first let's call the others 'tributes'. But as Grey's 'tribute' made them a stack of cash none of which is going anywhere near James, let's call it a shameless, lazy rip-off'. 

Picture those greasy cunts at Grey flapping their lips in unison as they protest their right to plagiarise. Less a printer orchestra, more a vagina choir.

Neal Colyer & Trevor Robinson & Becky Clarke

Original by Steve Vanderheide

Rip off by Neal Colyer & Trevor Robinson

Good Cop, Baby Cop from Will Ferrell

Original by Will Ferrel & Adam McKay

Rip off by Neal Colyer & Becky Clarke

Neal: Hello Trevor, what's in the bag?

Trevor: Just some Starmix, Neal. Help yourself.

Neal: Cheers Trevor. Oh. This bag seems to be full of others people's ideas mixed in with crumbled up dog shit.

Trevor: That's not dog shit, Neal. Those are the remnants of my creative integrity.

Neal: Oh right.

Trevor: Well, at least my bag's not full of dead snails and broken glass like Becky's.

Becky: That's not a bag. That's my vagina.

Paul Silburn

Original by Three Green Dots:
http://fineparkingcompany.wordpress.com/

Rip-off by Paul Silburn


It's beyond a doubt now that, to Paul, this has become a matter of principle; he will not base an advert on an idea of his own. He simply will not countenance it for a second. As long as other people's ideas are just a mouse-click away, he'll keep sucking them up through that flapping, jowly gob and squeezing them back out into our faces through that halo of ruptured veins he calls an arsehole.
Isn't that right, Paul? I noticed you used 'Money For Nothing' on your little film there. That's your fucking anthem isn't it Paul you raddled old cunt? I can imagine you whistling that in the morning as you hoist a creaking leg up onto your bathroom sink and chuck a load of talc at your gristly old balls. Gets mighty dry down there doesn't it Paul you papery skinned talent-leeching vampiric fuck? And when you arrive at your desk and start the day's YouTube trawl, do you have that on in the background as you earmark the ideas you're going to steal for your next joyless, cynical, piece of shit ad? Course you do.
How the fuck do you still have a job Paul? How have they not cottoned onto you? Every time you put an ad on YouTube the comments go spastic with people accusing you of plagiarism. When are you going to stop? Is this your way of asking someone to kill you, is that it? Is it a cry for help? Tell you what Paul, I'll be a lot fucking happier than the schlubs in your fucking ad when I hear you've bludgeoned yourself to death with one of your ill-deserved fucking gongs. CUNT.

CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!

Blake Waters & Will Thacker

Sir Didymus and Ambrosius from the film 'Labyrinth'

Original by Brian Froud

Rip off by Blake Waters & Will Thacker

Big mistake, cunts. It's not just puppets in Labyrinth. You know who else is in it? David Bowie. He's not going to be happy. I wouldn't want Bowie on my scent. He's relentless. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night to the drip drip of cocaine nosebleed on your forehead. You open your eyes and there he is - Bowie; tall bastard with a dead eye looming over you, impossibly standing between your bed and the wall like a legless ghost. But there's no space there, how's he doing that? He's Bowie, that's how. Sweet dreams, nob-joys.

Arnaud Vanhelle & Benoit Raynert

Original by Chris Auret & Alexis Christodoulou, student campaign for South African Sustainable Seafood Initiative (SASSI) with the line 'Would you care more now?'

Rip off by Arnaud Vanhelle & Benoit Raynert, live campaign for WWF with the line 'Would you care more if I was a gorilla/rhino/panda?'


This is just too fucking much. If the identical concept and execution weren't enough to convince everyone with half a fucking brain and one functioning eyeball that the Ogilvy campaign is a total steal, the near-identical line should. Plus the fact that Chris and Alexis' had been online for some time before the Ogilvy one came out.

But - those thieving fuckers are still protesting their innocence. Here's my favourite line from Ogilvy's official statement (made in a letter from their lawyer to one representing Chris & Alexis):

“Our work is indeed based on the same idea as the one of your client. But you will agree, above all, that it is not very original to use animals in their environment to talk over the disappearance of animals.”

In other words: "The idea's shit anyway so even if we did steal it, the fact that you even care means all your ideas must be shit, so just, like, shut up yeah?"

Absolute bag of dicks. Just fucking own up to it, have some balls, relish your utter, abject ad-man cuntishness. Don't send a statement through a lawyer. Write it on a just-emptied coke wrap, invite the boys in for a book crit and then staple it to their foreheads while they wait in reception as you saunter past on your way to the whorehouse.

But then I suppose that would require some imagination, wouldn't it? Cunts.

Joe Miller, Tristan Cornelius & Graham Fink

Original by Jill Greenberg

Rip off by Joe Miller, Tristan Cornelius & Graham Fink


No I.P. No Happy, more like.

Cunts.

Chris Joakim & Mike Doneghey and Woods + Low

Original by Ze Frank

Rip off by Chris Joakim & Mike Doneghey and Woods + Low

Touch the Rainbow? Not if it's the same one you rammed up Ze Frank's anus as you remorselessly raped him like a paedophile clown with a multi-coloured strap-on en route to scooping a fucking Gold Lion at Cannes, you cunts.

Cunts.

Jacklyn Rink & Ashley Davis Marshall and Tom Kuntz

Original by Brian McElhaney & Nick Kocher

Jacklyn Rink & Ashley Davis Marshall and Tom Kuntz

Predictable use of the comic idiom employed in the two clips above, providing further evidence of the deterioration of this blog, the writer of which is starting to realise that perhaps there are only so many ways to call someone a cunt.

Some cunts at Publicis and Nick Jones

Original by Beardyman

Rip-off by some cunts at Publicis and Nick Jones

The creatives responsible for this prolapse-inducing cringefest will remain anonymous for now. I can't find any mention of them anywhere, and believe me, I've been nosing round all over the shop. There's a total information embargo on these fuckers. Even now I imagine they're locked up for their own safety in a Publicis basement stationary cupboard, chin-deep in a soup of each other's tears and shit, praying that Humanity will forgive them for inflicting the lines 'Love those funky biscuits' and 'Hip-hopping Hobnobs' on us. Either that or they've already been 'disappeared' by their Creative Director, renditioned to the McVitie's factory and ground up into little chunks. Don't be surprised if the left molar of the copywriter turns up in a Medley Bar some time soon.

But I did manage to uncover the identity of the director. May I present serial-plagiarist, Nick 'Anything'Jones. The very same Nick Jones who shat the toenail-meltingly awful Mighty Boosh rip-off into our collective faces. Here it is again, for those who haven't seen it, and for those who have but then immediately gouged the memory out of their brains with a teaspoon up the nose:



Oh God, that's awful. 'Sunshine Princess'? Who writes this shit? Henry Challender, since you ask. What a cunt. Anyway, back to Nick. According to the bio on his production company website (from which both the Sugar Puffs and Hobnobs ads are conspicuously absent), Nick started out in TV comedy before moving into ads. To quote: "...he knows exactly where the gag lies, and how not to tread on it or spoof it." Too right he knows where the gag lies; in someone else's fucking idea. Much like the two hapless twats in his ad, it seems Nick has his own special recipe, which I imagine goes something like this:

First, cook up an excuse for what you're about to make. It doesn't have to hold together, it just has to exist. Once you've done that, put it to the side - you'll need it later. Now, take an idea, any idea, it doesn't matter where you find it and sieve out everything that makes it funny or charming in any fucking way at all. Really give that sieve a good old shake until anything that looks like wit or joy has been filtered right the fuck out. When the mixture is almost inedibly bland, glaze it with a thin coating of high-end production values and slide it into an edit suite where you can leave it for about a week, before serving it to a disbelieving nation. Of course it'll make everybody sick, but don't worry - you'll still get paid YOU FUCKING SHAMELESS THIEVING CUNT.

But looking on the bright side, this bowlful of abortion has been a total shitastrophe for everyone involved - even Bass6 the beatboxer has had some shit thrown his way. Nick - cunt. Anonymous cunts at Publicis - also cunts. And not anonymous forever, either. I'm still looking...

Paul Silburn & Louisa Almgren and Chris Palmer

Original by Jill Peterson & Kevin Heinz

Rip off by Paul Silburn & Louisa Almgren and Chris Palmer

Check out the making of video below where you can listen to Paul fucking Silburn and Louisa wanking Almgren witter on about yet another YouTube trawl masquerading as an idea as if anyone gives a sun-dried shit, though personally I'd rather listen to the cunt farts of a dying cow through a fucking ear trumpet made of AIDS, the arseholes:



According to Paul (he's the one in the granddad's gardening jumper that looks like he turned it inside out just before the shoot to hide the zig-zagging slug-trail superhighway of spunk stains ammassed during late-night YouTube research sessions), "It's based on the phenomenon of wedding entrance dances..."

Is it? Is it fucking really? Or is everything about it, from the idea to the choreography, stolen wholesale from one specific wedding entrance video which - by the way dick-splash - has had over 60 million views on YouTube?

Please retire, preferably from life, A-fucking-SAP. CUNT.

Paul Silburn & Tony McTear and Daniel Kleinman / Martin Galton & Trevor de Silva and Mark Chaudoir

Original by Big Train

Rip-off 1 by Paul Silburn & Tony McTear and Daniel Kleinman

Rip-off 2 by Martin Galton & Trevor de Silva and Mark Chaudoir

Looks like the parasitic fucks of adland can't leave this sketch alone; they're like a pack of Serengeti babboons endlessly returning to the same zebra carcass for one last skull fuck. Time to move on, boys. Pluck the maggots from your japs-eyes and go find something new to rape. Cunts.

Tom Spicer, Simon Aldridge, Kit Dayaram & Vince Chasteuneuf

Original by Daniel Simons and Christopher Chabris

Rip-off by Tom Spicer, Simon Aldridge, Kit Dayaram & Vince Chasteneuf

Hey Tom, Simon, Kit, Vince. Here's an attentiveness test you can try at home. Look in the mirror. Can you see a cunt? Yes? Excellent, you've passed with flying colours. Put on your happy hats and give yourselves a reach around. Maybe you deserve that BTTA Silver Award after all. Absolute, gargantuan, galactic-level event cunts.

Steve Grime & Fabrice Ward and Dan Sumich

Original 1 by Blu

Original 2 by Slinkachu

Rip offs by Steve Grime & Fabrice Ward and Dan Sumich

And here we have a campaign for child protection in which each execution is a rip off of a different animator's signature style. What next? Tiltshift-style footage of an underage prostitute hustling in downtown LA? Or perhaps a Wallace clone weeping into his tea as a young boy's voiceover recalls a Wendsleydale-lubricated arse-raping courtesy of his canine sidekick?

And Dan, you directed this did you? Of course you did - who could fail to recognise the unmistakable Dan Sumich touch? OK, here's what you do: watch this -

Now, rip it off. You'd be about the eighth cunt to do it which seems to be your modus fucking operandi. But instead of stop motion footage showing you curled up on a bed with an array of nick-nacks drifting past you in a whimsical evocation of a dream, film yourself spasming in agony as an endless barrage of objects tears you to fucking shreds.

Come on Dan, really; what is the point of you? Ever think about that? Who needs Dan Sumich? Advertising doesn't need you - it's heaving with plagiarists as it is, and most of them are younger and better informed than you. You're not even the first fucker to pinch Blu's style. Art doesn't need you - you've proven that you're totally bereft of creativity. And humanity doesn't need you - by all accounts you're an intolerable, self-adoring cunt-mouth who openly brags about stealing other peoples ideas.

You're as much use to the world as a mixed bag of labial surgery off-cuts. Fuck you.

Lewis Mooney & Ed Cole with Brian Billow

Original by Airloaf

Rip-off by Lewis Mooney & Ed Cole, directed by 

Brian Billow.

Exactly what sort of cunts are Lewis and Ed?

If at one end of the scale there's the immaculately folded,

origami cricket made of parma ham kind of cunts, then 

they're right at the other end; disemboweled rat 

splayed on a dissecting table infested with blow-fly

egg-sacs kind of cunts.

Nauseating abominations of atrocities that barely 

qualify as vaginas at all kind of cunts.

Because not only are they your standard-issue

thieving adland wank baskets, they're also totally 

oblivious to what's good about the object of their 

plagiarism.

What's so brilliant about Baptazia is (of course) the

ecstatically amazing dancing and the sublime 

finesse with which the footage is cut to the soundtrack.

Only a pair as clueless, crass and basic as Lewis 

and Ed could think that the humour lay in the mere 

juxtaposition of a church service with drum and bass.

And only a pair as arrogant as them would imagine

that they'd get away with it; some Baptazia clips have 

over a million views on YouTube.

Lewis. Ed. You are mega-cunts, meta-cunts, cunts so

wide a squirrel could windsurf across you, so deep you 

go back in time and fuck yourselves with turds from the 

future.

Cunts cunts cunts cunts cunts cunts cunts cunts.

Cunts

Ben Tollett, Emer Stamp, Steve Wioland and Matt Woolner

Original by Micaela Trani and Antonio Gigliotti

Rip-off by Ben Tollett, Emer Stamp, Steve Wioland and

Matt Woolner

Call them thieving cunts if you like (they're on 020 3077

1027) but there's no denying their resolve.

Having failed to flog their client a rip-off of a music video

(see previous post), Adam & Eve's steadfast rejection

of creative integrity wins the day as they finally convince

John Lewis to buy a rip-off of an advert instead.

The original shows the progress of a little girl to a

brunette woman, soundtracked by 'Always a Woman'

courtesy of Billy Joel.

The rip-off, which Adam & Eve maintains is in no way

influenced by the original, shows the progress of a

little girl to a brunette woman (and beyond to old age)

soundtracked by 'Always a Woman'.

Coincidence or cunt incident? Based on Adam &

Eve's previous form I think we all know the answer to

that one.

I'd like to see a a 90 second clip showing the

progress of the creatives from the moment they

received the brief, to the client presentation in which

they claimed a stolen idea as their own. It could be

soundtracked by 'Always a Cunt'. I think that's the B-side

to Uptown Girl.

Ben Priest

Original by Oren Lavie, Yuval and Merav Nathan

Attempted rip-off by Ben Priest.

Oh fuck. 

If anyone caught 'Inside John Lewis' the other day 

on the BBC, they'd have witnessed Ben Priest

showing all the world what a colossal vagina he is. 

On the program, the marketing manager of John

Lewis goes to Adam & Eve to see their new 'ideas' 

for the John Lewis Christmas campaign. 

In the presentation, Ben shows the marketing man

a clip on YouTube of this promo:

According to the voiceover, Ben has been 'inspired' 

by it.

Really? 'Inspired' as in 'influenced'? As in 'has had 

his own imagination sparked off by it so that he 

conceives something of his own?

Oh right. 'Inspired' as in 'saved the embarrassment 

of trying to have his own idea and failing so utterly

that he wonders why the fuck it says 'creative' on 

his ridiculously inflated pay slip, or why he even

bothers to breathe, the cunt'.

Now I see. 

Having shamelessly presented somebody else's 

work in the meeting, Ben then goes on to present

a series of executions ALL OF WHICH ARE

IDENTICAL TO THE VIDEO, except that instead

of objects relating to the track, the objects are

presents from John Lewis that the sleeping 

people are dreaming of. 

So basically, the promo but with a John Lewis

logo and the end. 

Fortunately, the marketing man doesn't like the

idea, thereby thwarting Ben's attempt to do his job 

without doing any work.

But still, fucking unbelievable.

I suggest a new program; 'Inside Ben Priest'. 

With the barrel of a loaded revolver pressed

against his clammy temple we force Ben to snort 

a tiny camera up his stupid face, whereupon the 

miniature device searches his entire body for any

shred of creativity. When, after years of navigating 

shit-clogged arteries it finally discovers a creativity

gland as shriveled and useless as an 

octogenarian's cock after a three day bath in cold

piss, we beam the footage to every household in 

the land before blowing Ben's brains across the 

keyboard of the laptop on which he spends his 

days sifting YouTube for ideas to steal and his 

nights trying to yank some life into his jaded cock. 

Absolute fucking universe-enveloping cunt.

Mark Biernacki and Steph Mackie & Rob Purnam

Original by Pleix

Rip off by Mark Biernacki and Steph Mackie & Rob Purnam

Here's Rob the director droning on about his fucking dog food advert as if it's the opening titles of Raging Bull, the twat:

"The ‘Catch’ spot was to be a series of shots of dogs looking with anticipation as a piece of dog food is flying through the air towards them. We shot close-ups of the dogs at 1000 fps. The result was really wonderfully anthropomorphic. The super slow motion really captured this intense sense of desire in the dogs’ eyes. To me it was equal parts awe inspiring and hilarious to see so rich a palate of personality in a dog’s facial expressions. A few days after the shoot I started to get emails from Mark, Steph and the editor Chris Parkins with the different iterations of the spots cut to different music selections, all of them interesting for different reasons. But then they put footage from the two spots together to form this new greater whole that really exploits the dynamics of the dogs’ athleticism and their emotive personality in slowed time.”

"The super slow motion really captured this intense sense of desire in the dogs’ eyes."

IT'S A FUCKING ADVERT! 

FOR FUCKING DOG FOOD!! 

EVERY FUCKING ASPECT OF WHICH YOU STOLE FROM A MUSIC VIDEO!!!

Next time you want to give your fucking slow-motion wonder-gizmo a whirl, film THIS: someone capable of original thought carves the script for a dog food ad onto a Lego brick and launches it out of a dog's arsehole. As it arcs through the air - and you, Mark and Steph simultaneously stop massaging Pedigree Chum into each other's hairless ball-bags and gaze up with desperate drool-chinned craving at the only original idea you've ever been within twenty feet of - the super slow-motion can capture the intense sense of desire in YOUR fucking eyes.  

!!!CUNT!!!!

Andy Amadeo

Original by Simon Faithfull

Rip-off by Andy Amadeo

"We weren't saying that the innovation was sending the

balloon up. No one had done it in HD before and not as

an advert before. We didn't use a music sound track or 

any celebrity voices. That's the innovation. The fact that 

we created it as an advert".

That's what Andy said when confronted with the fact that

his ad is the antithesis of innovation on account of it 

being a re-enactment of something that had been done 

5 years previously, rather than the embodiment of 

innovation as was his intention. 

The shit-burgers at Grey are adamant that Simon 

Faithful was 'part of the team' on the Toshiba ad. Strange,

then, that he's not mentioned in any single piece of their

publicity or supporting material. 

Here, for your amusement, is Andy Amadeo - the 

blathering cunt-eyed shitwhistle responsible for stealing 

Simon's idea - pretending to have had an idea of his own:  

Surely a far more interesting project would have been to 

tether Andy to a balloon that would take him into the upper

stratosphere and see what effects the change in 

atmospheric pressure would have upon his brain?

Perhaps, just before he exploded his brain would become

sufficiently deformed from it's usual shape to produce an

original idea?

Or perhaps not.

Truly, here is a cunt so massive that it's clitoris has it's

own moon.