That was like watching a high-speed train wreck in slow motion. . .
The ad has three basic -as they say in music- movements. The first being the "challenge" which kind of goes off the rail then Kevin Hart starts pouring sugar into gas tanks. Check that, he has his eye-candy non-characters pour sugar into a gas tank. Because if you are going to commit a crime, why not have your wage-slaves do it? Then after more nonsensical minor misdemeanors, it moves into the "GaGa" movement. Here the slave-penned writers of this. . . thing, give a clear cry for help by having it devolve into fits of madness-induced lyrical writing, likely do to the severe trauma they have endured in their recent torture sessions. To their credit, they do seem to pull themselves together in time for the final movement: "Wish Fulfillment." Here, using the metaphor -and largely fictional- story of Nero allowing Rome to burn while he played the violin, the two main characters actually play the game that this is supposed to advertise. But, the major intent is obviously to show the destruction of the bourgeoisie mansion, and the folly with which said destruction is ignored, thus both speaking to their own hatred for their characters and their impotent wish to see them harmed. Though it is implicit that the characters are so dense, that even the best efforts of the slave-writers would be unable to reach them.
Watching this, I felt akin to the character of the old man in Poe's Decent into the Maelstrom, my hair itself turning white and my body decaying not from age, but from the sheer horror of a brief time spent staring into not even the abyss, but a gaping downward spiral of the terror and insanity of death. Not the death of the flesh, but of the mind, the moral, ration and coherent thought themselves.