The Story
Basically a miniature disaster movie on a subway. This is what happens when you forget your AXE antiperspirant in the morning!
In order to give you a better idea of how I see RUSH HOUR, the following is a script breakdown of what I see happening on-screen and the feelings it will convey. This is a :60 spot, giving us room to build the pressure before all hell breaks loose. These are very fast paced cuts, especially when we get into the main storyline of the water bursting through the jacket. Things like the extreme close ups of water ripping through the fabric or whip pans to passengers being hit with sweat will only be on screen for a few frames, but will really add to the context of what’s happening.
Let’s get into it!
01 RUSH HOUR.
The doors slide open on a subway to reveal—rush hour! To say this train is “full” is an understatement. It’s the type of commute that makes you hate public transit. People push and shove, jostling for position. Just your average Tuesday on the subway, eh?
Against this throng, our eye lands on a man in a BRIGHT ORANGE PUFFER JACKET coming toward us and pushing his way inside. He’s got a friendly face, cool sneaks… but he’s had a rough day. He’s weighed down by his backpack and hustles to get inside. All he wants in this cruel world is to get home and crash.
We track toward our dude as he shuffles down the aisle, squeezing through commuters and the token weirdos that somehow always find themselves on his train. He passes a nun, a guy on crutches, a rich lady with a dog, a germaphobe, some influencers filming themselves, and a woman trying to finish her makeup. He squeezes into the only sliver of a seat available as the train takes off. Just his luck, he’s wedged between a man engrossed in his laptop and a mom with a baby. There is absolutely nowhere to go.
02 THE PRESSURE COOKER.
Now, inside the train, we’re going to put this poor guy in a pressure cooker. We’re building tension, increasing the claustrophobia and stress on this train from hell. What’s the forecast? Humid. Condensation drips down windows that are fogged.
From the look of the passengers’ clothing, it’s that time of year where it’s cold outside, but hot as balls inside. Our dude is toasty. The sound of the train increases in pitch, a rising sound building the tension. We’re in a close up on a long lens, pushing in and rotating a bit dutch as he shuffles uncomfortably against the movement of the train, trying to air out his collar. Sweat drips down his forehead.
We cut to the front when suddenly, his jacket starts expanding, weighed down by the POOLS OF SWEAT dripping from under his arms. We pull back as the jacket expands. TALK ABOUT A FASHION EMERGENCY! The perspiration is trapped inside his waterproof jacket and has nowhere to go!
The jacket gets bigger. And BIGGER. It’s basically a giant water balloon taking over the subway car. The chihuahua starts barking. Our hero panics, struggling to keep his jacket contained, but it’s growing fast and starts bulging up against the other passengers who notice something has gone seriously, seriously wrong. The swelling orange bulk presses into the mom beside him. She pulls her baby close and leans away, glaring at our guy. He tries to make himself smaller. The jacket has other plans.
Our dude is mortified. He frantically tries to compress the jacket back down, pushing his arms against the sides. Unfortunately this has the opposite effect… The jacket starts self-destructing. Rip. Tear. We hear the groan of the fabric and the strain of seams breaking. Our hero’s eyes go wide… KAPOWIE!
03 ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE.
The pressure blows off a button with a geyser of perspiration. SPLASH! The stream hits the germaphobe who freaks. Back with our hero in a losing battle trying to plug his holes. SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! The jacket springs three more leaks.
We WHIP PAN with the stream to see SWEAT SHOWERING DOWN on the guy with the laptop. The computer fries! WHIP RIGHT. A blast hits the woman doing her makeup. There goes the eyeliner. WHIP BACK. It’s raining down on the influencers. They ain’t lookin’ so cute… but the phone is still rolling.
Every attempt to contain the jacket forces another seam to burst. Our boy is now a human fountain, showering everything and everyone. Passengers panic, taking cover. The jacket is enormous, the water is firing in every direction, and the whole car has become a catastrophe.
At absolute peak chaos…
SMASH CUT.
We’re suddenly in a gorgeous, hyper-stylized AXE application and product shot. The camera is controlled. The lighting is beautiful. The noise of the train drops away. In CLOSE UP, we see our hero apply AXE antiperspirant. Clean skin, cool light, an unmistakable product moment. We give the pack its own hero shot.
FOR DAYS THAT RUN HOT.
AXE -- 72H SWEAT PROTECTION.
04 ONE LAST THING.
Final bumper: the subway pulls into the station.
DING.
The doors open and a massive WALL OF WATER explodes onto the platform. Once it clears, our guy casually steps out looking completely fresh. All that chaos, and he carries on like this was a perfectly normal commute.
AXE. DON’T SWEAT IT.





























