I often fancy myself to be fetish-free but trashy, 1960s beehive-having women smoking cigarettes weaken me.
I have vivid memories of the clip with all the hands grabbing the pieces of pizza. The level of enthusiasm in that one could sell Anne Frank a drum kit.
The disembodied head family from the ice cream bars part, on the other hand, sound like they're having a really shitty day at the studio.
I'm with Caminante Nocturno, five stars for the extreme close up of the guy who's eyes roll up in his head after eating a sloppy joe. Now I know where David Lynch gets his ideas.
This is when soft-serve ice cream technology was in its infancy. Those brave pioneers couldn't have dreamed of the towering spiral cones we have today.