The creepy thing about this film is that it makes me find that we are programmed to acquiesce in so many hints: Bentley's wings fly gracefully over the sea, and msn's butterflies are dancing. American-style cities are full of hotels and restaurants of different grades to suit your appetite and purse. The 12-lane wide road is flooded with traffic. There are too many hints and stereotype: Michelin-like a fat uncle gansta-talk with multiple layers of fat; The style of paying only half the money; "One big glass can" add a bucket of fried chicken and French fries to insinuate the low-income class in the United States naked. It turns out that they are policemen. Democratic donkeys and elephants are kept in the zoo for display; Bike pen (France) villain carrying a gun, as a public security governance; The unreasonable haribo fudge man (Germany) showed his bare ass to the out-of-date MGM lion in the United States; Uncle McDonald gloated when he fled over Enron's trademark, and scolded white-trash when he met K-Mart, but was later tripped by the falling weight-loser trademark and fell into a crack. The IBM empire also collapsed. At the end, PepsiCo's sub-line trademarks, such as Happy Potato Chips and Dole Juice, fade out, like a well-ordered commercial system surrounded by a satellite around PepsiCo planet. This is a designer's victory and the extinction of reason. Trademarks transform everything we are familiar with into exaggerated symbols, forming a world with bright colors and abundant choices. We pursued the ideal life in the advertisement infinitely, and finally found that it was just a created illusion. We are all constantly being designed, sold and enjoying it. This is the power of marketing! Trademarks transform everything we are familiar with into exaggerated symbols, forming a world with bright colors and abundant choices. We pursued the ideal life in the advertisement infinitely, and finally found that it was just a created illusion. We are all constantly being designed, sold and enjoying it. This is the power of marketing! The IBM empire also collapsed. At the end, PepsiCo's sub-line trademarks, such as Happy Potato Chips and Dole Juice, fade out, like a well-ordered commercial system surrounded by a satellite around PepsiCo planet. This is a designer's victory and the extinction of reason.