A guy hits on a woman in a bar, she makes it clear she’s not interested. Then a news item comes on the bar TV saying that an asteroid is about to hit earth. The woman is seen to panic, she and the guy make eye contact, and as everyone else in the bar screams and runs away, she jumps on him in a passionate embrace and they (presumably) have sex on the sticky and beer-soaked floor. Then we see the same guy go behind the scenes to where his mates are standing in what turns out to be a fake TV newsroom, they do high fives and he drinks a Pepsi Max.
I am not lacking a sense of humour.
I fucking beg to differ.
I am not known for political correctness. But hello? If you make a woman think she is about to die in order to have sex with her, that is a bit rapey.
Actually, I have an entirely fucking different perspective: if she wasn't interested before she was going to die, why should she be interested after she "discovered" she was going to die? Perhaps she was just playing hard to get, or perhaps she's just a closet slut looking for motivation. Perhaps a million-billion other things. But speaking as a butt-ugly lard-arse, if that situation occurred to me and I was the bloke, I'd tell the fucking cheap, amoral whore to fuck off. After I'd walked her round to the "studio" to show her how fucking pwned she'd been.
So what that advert says to me is that both of the protagonists were sluts as bad as each other.
And anyway, it's a fucking advert for fuck's sake. Get a fucking life.