Title | CASTAWAY |
Brand | ORANGE |
Product/Service | ORANGE SERVICE24 |
Category |
A01. Direction |
Entrant
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PUBLICIS CONSEIL Paris, FRANCE
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Idea Creation
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PUBLICIS CONSEIL Paris, FRANCE
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Media Placement
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PUBLICIS CONSEIL Paris, FRANCE
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PR
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PUBLICIS CONSEIL Paris, FRANCE
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Additional Company
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ORANGE Paris, FRANCE
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Credits
Gaëlle Le Vu |
Orange |
Paris |
Quentin Delobelle |
Orange |
Paris |
Annabel Salesa |
Orange |
Paris |
Laurence Poucan |
Orange |
Paris |
Bruno Bertelli |
Publicis |
London |
Fabrice Delacourt |
Publicis Conseil |
Paris |
Vincent Cusenier |
Publicis Conseil |
Paris |
Lucie Vallotton |
Publicis Conseil |
Paris |
Alexandre Perdereau |
Publicis Conseil |
Paris |
Damien Sabatier |
Publicis Conseil |
Paris |
Marie Wallet / Anne Dauvé / Emilie Jeanneau / Sherelle Ramire |
Publicis Conseil |
Paris |
Pierre Marcus / Benjamin Auberdiac |
Prodigious |
Paris |
Jean-Luc Bergeron |
Henry |
Paris |
Yannick Dupas |
Henry |
Paris |
Françoise Hernandez |
Mc Murphy _ Baconx |
Paris |
Write a short summary of what happens in the film
The sole character in the commercial comes down with a particularly nasty case of separation anxiety when he can’t find his phone. In short order, he’s transported to a deserted island where he is cut off from humanity.
He attempts to make fire, catch fish, harvest bananas and create shelter, with limited success.
His crude distress signal, H-E-L-P written on the beach, washes away with the tide, and he falls into a pile of former castaways (or, rather, just their bones). The raft he built breaks apart and pitches him into the ocean, and even though he doesn’t drown, he’s later attacked by giant, hairy spiders.
But it was all a waking nightmare, as it turns out. He finds his phone and catapults his consciousness away from not-paradise and back to that train station. Heavy exhale!
Cultural/Context information for the jury
Nomophobia is real.
Sure, it’s not an officially recognized mental disorder—yet.
But just ask anyone who’s misplaced his smartphone.
First comes the rummaging and searching through pockets, cars, desks and backpacks. Blood pressure spikes, heart rate races. Next there’s panic, often accompanied by flop sweat, hysterical tears and rage spirals. Some people liken it to the five stages of grief.