Hit the road, Doctor Z
Hey, is ANYONE shocked?
The geniuses at Chrysler's ad agency might be, seeing as how they didn't learn from their last time out using a celebrity spokesperson. Not that Dr. Z is a celebrity, but the last time Chrysler's marketing people took a spokesperson out for a test drive, they strapped none other than Celine Dione to the hood and sent her singing down the road to obscurity. The spokes-siren didn't do anything to move Chryslers; it did even less for her career.
But that didn't stop the folks at Chrysler. In a move that signifies pure desperation, their ad agency did what every ad agency does when the account is in jeopardy: flatter the CEO by putting him into their TV spots. Don't laugh, it really works. Try charting "stocks you should have shorted" against "companies featuring the CEO in their ads." There's a pretty scary correlation there.
What, you don't believe me? Hmm...ask yourself this: Exactly what has Ford's last two campaigns - both featuring Ford high level executives - done for Ford? Can you say "plummeting market share?" I knew you could.
It's bad enough when companies use a pitchman to hawk their wares, but it was even worse for Dr. Z. Imagine building decades of a career as a canny, knowledgeable and able automobile executive, only to go public and have it all trashed in a matter of months. Dismissed as purely amateur, the poor guy is going to have to live with the moniker of "the German guy who couldn't sell Chryslers on TV."
Additionally, you have to wonder why Chrysler would even need a pitchman. Are they so bankrupt of marketing strategy that they can't produce an idea based on their own brand's inherent qualities that will sell cars? The answer, unfortunately, is yes. That's exactly the problem. To be fair, however, it's not just Chrysler. It's the brain trust they employ as their ad agency, committee-driven pinheads that look everywhere but the factory floor to film their million dollar ads.
Well, now Dr. Z has found out just how cruel those little movie-makers can be. Just another heart crushed by Hollywood.
Of course, Dieter never really had a chance with the American public. In what could only be termed a case of complete and utter denial, those research-driven focus groups never told Chrysler's marketing hamsters what they need to hear: Americans simply weren't going to accept a foreigner as a spokesman. Not now. Not with the world in the shape it's in.
For one thing, the Angry American (see my previous blogs on that) is still smarting from job cuts and plant closings here in the USA. The only thing they hate more than an American closing a plant is a foreigner buying it. And Dr. Z was just one more prime time reminder that America was losing its competitive edge - rubbed in their faces every night, just after the network evening news. For another, the Angry American is just about fed up with the intrusion of foreign affairs into his daily life. Between radical islam, Korean dictators and Venezuelan musclemen, it's getting so that a man's fate is beyond his reach. It was one thing to have problems about which you could write to your congressman. Today, it seems that more media time is dominated by attentions turned to anywhere but America.
Put it all together and they spell trouble for anyone with a foreign accent selling anything to Americans. Bad timing. Really bad.
Ah, to be a fly on the wall during the ad agency's presentation when they toadied up to Dr. Z, proclaiming him to be "the next Lee Iacocca" -- and you just KNOW they did. How delicious to be in the editing bay today, where all the writers, art directors, creative directors and producers are hurriedly axing their Dr. Z spots out of their sample reels while they speed dial their headhunters for their next jobs.
Silly, silly people. Clueless to the end. They never understood that when Americans want to buy cars, they want compelling information. When they want to be charmed by Germans, they watch Hogan's Heroes.