"Hey, where should we do the photo shoot for all the Chicago shows?"
"I was thinking we could just set up some stools and boxes out on that big concrete slab that used to be Lake Michigan."
"Nailed it!"
Get it? The show's called Limitless, so all the advertisements for this show are all blurry around the edges! The limits on their faces do not exist!
Regardless of our feelings for this show, we would have liked this if the vision chart were the entire ad, sans nametag. The nametag kills it.
Do they really need six people to rush that gurney safely down the hallway? We assume Marcia Gay Harden is pointing towards the alternate universe in which Trophy Wife is still a show and she's still on it, and if we're wrong we don't want to hear about it.
His eyes say "Watch my show to gaze upon this beautiful face every week" but the cheesy Miami palm trees in his sunglasses say "...No."
The look on MPG's face says a whole lot about how much we want to hear all these beautiful people tell us the truth. Why is he the only one who looks so uncomfortable?
This poster disturbs us, and we think it's due to the fact that Wesley Snipes and Charity Wakefield are like cancerous growths coming out of Philip Winchester's side, while the Vegas strip is like a rash across his crotch. Aaand that's twice now that we've used the word "crotch" in this gallery.
Shouldn't the guys also be wearing suits made out of oil? Or even blood? What if everyone were just covered in viscous liquids? Wouldn't that be fun?!
This poster will haunt our nightmares forever.
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