Arguably the most anticipated commercial of the afternoon, this spot in our opinion fell short. We were hoping for some real wild west action, but instead got handed an Elton John singalong in a wild west saloon. When Peter Stormare reaches for his sidearm we expect bullets to start flying, not “Tiny Dancer”. Oh well, it was pretty cute we suppose, but nothing even remotely close to releasing a teaser for.

Yeah, thanks for nothing Budweiser.