Beauty Flashback: Finesse

At the risk of being called a misanthrope, if I got the kind of message that this poor woman receives on her screen, I'd be speed-dialing the cops faster than you can say "Commodore 64." There's something unsettling about Jack the hax0r taking over her computer then whisking her away to Fantasy Island. (OK, I guess you can call me a misanthrope after all.) Still, would this commercial make people more likely to buy conditioner? I'm betting no.