Showing posts with label Heineken. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 17, 2016

Brands: with #EnjoyResponiblyJa, Red Stripe Doubles Down on restricting youth access to alcohol



Iconic beer brand Red Stripe has been in media overdrive of late, what with returnign its production facilities tothe famed Spanish Town Road plant, and taking on additional employees in advance of a renewed export push under new owners Heineken.
That continued yesterday, but this time, the focus was on restricting access to beer and other alcoholic beverages to minors (the drinking age and voting ages coincide at 18; the age of consent is still 16). The company, in recognition of the parent Heineken's Enjoy Responsibly Day, observed globally, relaunched its I Pledge To Drink Right and the We ID campaigns under the #EnjoyResponsiblyJa banner.

There were expressionso f support and well-wishing from retail partners, including hosts Boulevard Sovereign Centre (formerly Michi) and Bashco/megamart and petrol retailer Rubis, whose convenience stores are a major access point for alcoholic beverages.

There was also, as expected, a sobering note from the National Council on Drug Abuse, whose Exec Director michael Tucker pointed out that that teen access to booze remains rampant, even as he wholeheartedly commended RedStripe and the "rum People" J Wray and Nephew, repped o nthe occasion by Gary Dixon.

By events end, there was much levity anda stirring performance by Drink Right Ambassador Iab Mahr, the perfect prelude to a group photo behind the #EnjoyResponsiblyJa banner and some cocktails - all kept within the theme of the Day, meaning water, fruit punch and Malta rather than the world-class, world-famous brew.
Cheers!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Contents Under Pressure: Skyfall

"You know the whole story"

So says Bond to his mentor/taskmistress M in the climactic stages of this, one of the best in the half-century Bond franchise. It's success lies primarily in credibly showing 007 rising above pressures, both external and internal, rather than cruising coolly through assignments as may have been the case with previous Bond movies (before the Daniel Craig era).

He starts out gasping for air, having been shot by his own fellow operative, with none other than M having given the order. But hold fast, dear Bond fans, things are not quite what they seem. A vengeful rogue agent has taken it upon himself to disparage MI-6 by revealing and eliminating agents in place all over the world, particularly in China and Macau, where much of the action takes place.

We're also introduced to a new headquarters and a new Q, the technology and gadgets expert, only this time he's a mere whelp, with the requisite cynicism and dismissal for the old ways to boot. His "war chest" for Bond this time out consists of a mere miniature radio transmitter and a fingerprint-coded grip on Bond's trusted Walther PK-38 auto pistol.

Of course, this "quasi-reboot" doesn't mean a sweep of the former Bond DNA. There are still high-speed chases (the opener takes place in Istanbul's Grand Market, of all places), there's still the sharp repartee with M, there's still time to make out with gorgeous women in exotic locales (this time on board a sailing yacht), while enjoying his signature shaken-not-stirred martini (which shares screen time with global ad partner Heineken beer) and reflect on his overall usefulness and commitment to Her Majesty's Secret Service.

And, of course, there are still villains. And the Bond rogue's gallery gets a considerable upgrade with the addition of Javier Bardem as the rogue. Slick, sardonic, sinister and charming all at once, Bardem is never better than when he recounts the perceived "injustice" that took him out of the Service and kindled his ire against his old employer.

The denouement takes us to a remote Scottish country estate, whose name informs the title of the film: Skyfall. There, the movie lagely devolves into the standard Hollywood-type climax, with much gunfire and explosions. But before film's end we're introduced to Moneypenny (Jamaican Naomi Harris) and to another character - that person's identity we'll keep to ourselves.
Its still a secret service after all.