At least Gene Kelly got to dance with a VW -- not the vacuum cleaner Fred Astaire got stuck with a few years back. Still, he doesn't get to drive the car, as Steve McQueen's pixelized corpse does in a recent Mustang commercial.
This sort of advertising, however clever and technically impressive, still gives me the creeps. Is nothing sufficiently sacred to avoid being used to sell consumer products?
"Oh - Hi! It's me - the talking Shroud of Turin - here with exciting news on how you can keep fabrics sparkling white and springtime fresh!"
RIP Steve McQueen et al.