The Jolly Green Giant is back with a goofy, endearing grin. The Minnesota icon is encouraging kids to eat their vegetables, because they're delicious! Right? That's why they need expensive promotional campaigns.
Won't work. I suggest threats.
Really, you have a Giant here. Strip away the Jolly stuff and bring on an enormous, scowling Leviathan who glares from the TV tube: "I know where you live and will stomp your house flat if you don't eat some beans." OK, corn. We'll compromise on corn.
Kids will ask a parent: Does the Giant really know where we live? Yes. Santa told him. Well, he bought his mailing list. I thought there were consumer protection laws about that, Dad! They do not apply to creatures made of plant matter.
When I was small I was terrified of the JGG. He was always standing in the distance, hands on hips as if reveling in his conquest of the Valley. Ho-Ho-Ho, for all we know, was Green Giant language for "and now the sacrifices shall begin."
Perhaps they realized this and brought out Sprout, a pint-sized sidekick who would act as an intermediary between kids and the Giant, softening his heart, staying his angry hand. But we never bought it. We knew whose side Sprout was on.
With the Giant's overhaul, you realize it's been a while since we came up with a memorable mascot. The Doughboy, of course, is the famous self-aware pastry-being we all love because he giggles when poked. (Screams when you use a toothpick, though.)
Paul Bunyan used to shill for flour, but he's retired. The Happy Chef statues that dotted Minnesota roads are all gone, except for one down in Austin, and he grows more insane with every repainting.
