The short film pulls no punches. It opens with the Smurfs dancing, hand-in-hand, around a campfire and singing the Smurf song. Bluebirds flutter past and rabbits gambol around their familiar village of mushroom- shaped houses until, without warning, bombs begin to rain from the sky.
Tiny Smurfs scatter and run in vain from the whistling bombs, before being felled by blast waves and fiery explosions. The final scene shows a scorched and tattered Baby Smurf sobbing inconsolably, surrounded by prone Smurfs.
(Via WorldChanging.)
Fuckin' freedom-hating Smurfs. Serves 'em right.
4 comments:
freedom hating is right, they were hiding Osama Smurf in their mushrooms, they should've known better. *drives away in SUV*
oops sorry, i forgot to sign my name to that lame ass joke
UNICEF? Those innocuous volunteers who used to tap on my door with their apologetic smiles and tasteful money cans? What is the freakin' world coming to?
Smurfs ............. Smurfs. The very THOUGHT of Smurfs makes me cranky! Those rare moments of my life when I was constrained by circumstance to be in the same house with Smurfs on TV .... rrrr. I'd been able to purge the memory until THIS came along. Rrrr. Thanks. :-{
As for the ad: if it gets money for a good cause, whatever works. UNICEF is one of the very, very few UN organs that I have any respect for. Or, did I miss a scandal?
Ohh, man, ... SMURRRFS!