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Go on the Web and take a break with Brawnyman

Liz Halloran The Hartford Courant

Have you seen the new Brawny paper towel ad – the one where the cute metrosexual-in-flannel (think Will of “Will & Grace”) leans over a kitchen counter in his tight denim, frosting a birthday cake for the never-seen “Mrs. Parker”?

The one where the suggestive but bordering-on-creepy voice-over winds up the spot with an unctuous “Happy birthday to you, Mrs. Parker. Happy birthday to you,” while Brawnyman gazes adoringly into the camera as he delivers the cake – right to you?

Whether viewers find Brawny’s sensitive new television stud hot or hilarious, the makers of the paper products he’s pitching have decided they can appeal to both camps. They’ve created an online world of tongue-in-cheek fantasy dates with a dark, handsome paper towel pitchman who says all the right things – most of them ridiculously funny.

Starring in scenarios that are equal parts romance novel and camp, Georgia-Pacific’s online Brawnyman (www.brawnyman.com) is “the man who is always there for you.” The online mini-movies are called “Innocent Escapes” – but imagine those words written in florid romance novel script – and feature a Brawnyman who lives in a lovely, rustic lake house surrounded by pines, where a welcoming fire is burning and paper towels play only bit parts.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he purrs during an introduction to the menu of mini-movies. “By the way, you look beautiful today … something about your eyes.” Cue the heavy breathing.

Sure, it’s a marketing tool for Georgia-Pacific – visitors can customize the mini-movies and forward them to friends, a form of online “viral” marketing popular now with companies – but the movies are darn funny. The actor playing Brawnyman seems at times to be stifling a giggle.

A favorite: “Your Hair, It’s Perfect,” in which Brawnyman takes a break from building a rocking horse “for the kids down at the school,” to compliment you on your haircut, and announce he’d written a poem.

“Your hair is like an angel’s,” he recites, “turning heads of strangers. Falling like a river on your cheek.”

Then, says Brawnyman, with a puppy-dog look: “I don’t have the last line yet … but you can see where it’s going.”

Yes we can, Brawnyman. Yes we can.