Dean Martin's relationship with fame and glamour was probably the most complicated of any 20th century figure. Read Nick Tosche's masterpiece, Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams if you don't believe me. About Martin's fabled cool:
Deep down, that, as much as anything, was what he was--a menefreghista--one who simply did not give a fuck.
So why then, did ad giant DDBO:New York think that a Dino look-alike can sell laminate flooring?
Using the tagline It Only Looks Like the Real Thing is a complete lie as none of the celebrity impersonators look like the stars. Maybe Younger, Happier and Still Alive would have been better.
Apartment Therapy has a reader who agrees with me, but some wacko in blogistan wants to see Sinatra, Elvis and Audrey Hepburn re-enactors in another series. Armstrong--Andate tutti a 'fanculo!







