Normally I don’t post publicity stunts because, honestly, they are usually pretty dull, but something grabbed my attention today when I saw that Mr. “Prometheus”, the Engineer, had dropped by Toronto to promote the film Prometheus on Blu-ray and DVD.
Not only do you not normally see big, burly, chalk-white men walking around Toronto in their underwear, but on top of that, you don’t normally see guys dressed like that with such a sad expression on their face, as if they’ve just had their heart broken.
And that’s when I understood what was going on here. Mr. “Prometheus” is not just some interstellar alien looking for meaning in the world… he’s also looking for love after someone hurt him in a whole other galaxy.
Check out his quest below, which I’ve captioned for your reading pleasure. Otherwise, Prometheus is in stores now on Blu-ray and DVD.
Mr. Prometheus, resplendent in his new undies, discovers Spadina and embarks on his quest to find love and forget about the one who got away
Nothing says ‘bad boy’ quite like walking down streetcar tracks into oncoming traffic, but that’s the way Mr. Prometheus rolls, and he’s sure it’s going to score him points with the puny Earth creatures
Mr. Prometheus finally turns heads on Yonge street, rather than busting them, as one woman wonders how many loonies she can fit down his tighty whities
There’s nothing like a cafe for finding true love, but Mr. Prometheus only realizes he’s been stood up after the jerk with the cheeseburger whistled and pinched his butt
And now Mr. Prometheus is just alone in a crowd of puny humans who just want to point, laugh, and take his photo on their primitive devices. He still thinks his junk looks awesome in these briefs
Perhaps there is love at the exhibition? No, only parked cars, a cold sky, and frozen nipples
Not even Kensington has any love for Mr. Prometheus, and if you can’t find love on the streets of Toronto, what is left for an over-large alien to do?
Alone at last, Mr. Prometheus decides that all he really enjoys are long walks along the beach, feeding the swans, and destroying humanity. I guess nothing really says happiness to a pale, underwear-clad alien like destroying other civilizations
