The Real Message Behind Audi's Super Bowl Ad Isn't Exactly An Uplifting One

Jack Baruth
by Jack Baruth

The Internet is in the proverbial tizzy about Audi’s “feminist” Super Bowl advertisement, in which the automaker comes out in favor of equal pay for women.

At first blush, the spot seems to be nothing but the usual corporate slacktivism, a feel-good fluff-vertorial making a “brave stand” in support of an issue that was decided long ago. I’m reminded of Joaquin Phoenix’s brilliant portrayal of Commodus in Gladiator, arriving in full armor as soon as he can do so without any risk. “Father, have I missed the battle?” Well, Audi, you’ve missed the war; if there’s a place in the United States where women are actually paid significantly less for doing the same job as men, it’s not evident from what I’m reading.

After watching the one-minute advertisement carefully, however, I understood feminism, or equal pay, is the last thing Audi wants you to take away from it. The message is far subtler, and more powerful, than the dull recitation of the pseudo-progressive catechism droning on in the background. This spot is visual — and as you’ll see below, you can’t understand it until you watch it and see what it’s really telling you.

Let me tell you up front: chances are you won’t like what Audi has to say.

The scene is a “soapbox derby” race. Not the real Soapbox Derby, mind you; that’s a highly competitive event held on a nationwide basis involving both young boys and young girls almost equally. Nor is it a kart race, despite the fact there are plenty of very skilled girls in youth karting. The cynic in me says it wouldn’t serve the message to show a real sport where girls are already a big part of the story. To find a world where girls are the underdog in youth racing, we need to go to the past.

And that’s why this fake race is shot in a location, and in a visual language, deliberately evocative of Steven Spielberg’s “E.T.” It’s that same anonymous California landscape, the same dust in the air, the same scrub-brush-lined roads to nowhere. This race doesn’t happen in 2017; it happens in 1982. This is the youth of today’s 50-year-old Audi buyer, not the way it was but the way it was shown to them way back when. It certainly worked on me; I felt the immediate tug of nostalgia for a place I’d never been. As the narrator starts to drone on about “What will I tell my daughter … ” the camera starts scanning the grid.

Let’s meet the first racer. The visual language here is so careful. It’s a boy — older, thuggish, wearing a converted catcher’s mask. And he’s fat. Remember that in the modern idiom, the cherished assumption set of the Eloi, fat means poor.

Generic Fat Thug Kid #2. This one looks almost like a sumo wrestler; his skin is dark.

Ah, here’s Dad, the “Mary Sue” of Audi customers. The tallest person in the crowd — tall means rich — and effortlessly handsome, dressed in the exercise mufti of the NorCal leisure set. Note that he’s surrounded by black people, who are shorter and smaller than him. As we’ll see, there are no black kids in this race. The African-Americans are just here to play a supporting role. It’s fabulously, hilariously racist, but it’s only visible for a moment, just enough to reconfirm your subliminal perceptions.

Let’s start this race. It’s a nice touch that a child throws the flag; the suggestion is that this event was put on by the kids, the way Scot Breithaupt started the first BMX races in the sunny SoCal Seventies.

Is this the daughter of our handsome protagonist? Don’t get it twisted; the dad, not the daughter, is our protagonist. The daughter is an object of desire. Not sexual desire, but objective desire. She’s something you want to have, not the person you want to be. But I doubt this is the daughter. Let’s look at the visual language. She’s got a coarse, chunky prole face, obvious braces, and an old-style varsity jacket. In other words, she’s poor, just like the fat boys. And just in case you can’t read the message, they’ve actually put stripper glitter on her face — or the suggestion of it, at least.

The inclusion of this other girl seems like a staggering error, because she gets dusted right at the start of the race. If this story is about girls overcoming all odds, then having another girl who is at the back of the pack doesn’t serve the narrative. But the narrative, I assure you, is quite operational. Have you figured out yet what this spot is really about?

In a quick shot, we see the real daughter, shown at the top of this post. She’ll obviously be a gorgeous woman when she grows up. Now let’s meet her first opponent: a Traditional American Boy Right Down To The Fucking Peter Fonda Captain America Helmet! This is the enemy. Isn’t that a lovely inversion, and isn’t it so in line with that modern catechism? He sneers at her — she’s just a girl. Yet his glee doesn’t last long; she gets around him in a hurry. Then we get a beautiful, evocative shot of the landscape. Presumably there’s a bunch of kids on Kuwahara BMX bikes riding around the next hill over.

Uh-oh. In the words of the infamous rap song, the fat boys are back. Look at this kid. Look at the vacant expression of malice. If you want to know how the upper-middle class sees their inferiors, this is a good snapshot of it.

Let’s get another shot of the kid so you can see just how chunky he is. Chunky means poor.

He’s about to smash the heroine, but right as the narrator says “intelligence,” she pulls some sort of milled-aluminum E-brake much like the one you’d see in a half-million-dollar rallycross car. See the “Do Not Attempt” at the bottom of the screen? I can’t tell if that’s the lawyers at work or a bit of subtle brilliance from the filmmakers.

Disaster for the fat boy! Note the quick shot of a skull and crossbones on his car. What, is this some kind of tween-aged death race? And why are there two kids in another one of the cars? Oh, wait, I know. This is another movie evocation from the same era: The Road Warrior. Again I’m gobsmacked by the brilliance of whoever directed this spot. The visual language is a perfect shorthand of the Mel Gibson disaster flick: remember the chunky, mean-mugged bad guy and the cars that had two people in them for no reason?

It’s the kid in first. Again, if you’re up to date on your Mad Max characters, you’ll recognize the Bruce Spence “Gyro Pilot” character from Road Warrior and Thunderdome. Narrow face, crazed expression, unnecessary goggles. Well, we know he’s going to lose and the girl is going to win.

Which she does, and now we return to the dad. In yet another brilliantly subtle bit of shot selection, the black “allies” around him have disappeared. Did they get bored? Instead, we have a hillbilly dad: baseball cap, ringer-style T-shirt, gritty poor-folks face like “Rowdy” in Days of Thunder. And boy, is he pissed. He takes his hat off and makes an angry motion. He must be the white-trash dad of one, or more, of the fat white-trash kids with their football war paint. It’s a short but massively effective shot. The good white people win, the bad white people lose.

There’s some great acting here, even if it’s a little squicky with all of the rapt devotion. If you can find a girl who looks at you like that… marry her.

Having won the race against all odds, it’s time to quit the scene and get back to the gated community.

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  • DirtRoads DirtRoads on Feb 15, 2017

    I loved it Jack.

  • -Nate -Nate on Aug 04, 2023

    "tall means rich" .

    ? Really, I just checked my checking account's balance and apparently I missed that bus .

    I don't seem to find a link to the commercial so I'm off to look for it on youtube .


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