Potter strikes SoHo.
I might argue that advertising is a blight on New York City. That billboards have no place hanging from lovely, historic buildings. That flat-screen TVs needn’t obliterate us with products outside subway stations, which are tedious enough as it is.
But if I’m honest, I don’t mind the Harry Potter franchise’s advertising blitz on our city. We could do worse than Goliath-sized teen heart throbs.
And it worked on me, because against my better judgement, I stood in line with hundreds of overzealous teenagers to see the movie on opening day. I even sent out TwitPics of the theater. Oh the shame.
Flat-screen ads at the subway station.
