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P'zone Revolutionary Tommy Davidson is the hottest man in showbiz. If you haven't seen him yet, you will. Consider this the official declaration that Tommy Davidson, star of Pizza Hut's new P'zone campaign, is the proverbial "next big thing". Not since the arrival of Brando or Greico has a young entertainer so deftly combined wiseacre hipster savvy and the buck-fifty edge that indicates the strength of street knowledge. Drenched in the musky cologne of urban attitude, Davidson is a young-up-and-coming comedian with Bible salesman charisma undercut by a hint of inner-city menace. It's easy to imagine Davidson as a street-corner hustler who keeps one eye scanning for the jakes while he quietly distributes a P'zone pizza, five breadsticks and a 2-liter of Pepsi for $8.99. Much like Raider's wide receiver Jerry Rice, Davidson's appearance shrieks "youthful" and "cool". With his hair braided into immaculate cornrows, a pair of glacier-sized rocks dangling from his earlobes and an "Outsiders" style leather jacket draped over his thin shoulders, Davidson is the embodiment of ghetto fashionista sensibilities. If a guy this uber-hip wants his pizza baked calzone style and served with marinara sauce, we're not going to argue. Armed only with his rapier wit, precocious charms and an attitude "so big that he dares you to eat it", Davidson has convinced America to take to the streets in the cause of the P'zone Revolution. With the aplomb and conviction of Geronimo Pratt or Eldridge Cleaver, he boldly struts about brandishing a steaming P'zone filled with "sliced cheese, Italian sausage, pepperoni, ham, beef and pork topping". One can almost envision Davidson standing alongside the ghosts of the Black Panther Party as they held the San Francisco police at bay with an array of weapons and savory toppings sealed inside a 12" pizza crust. If "washed-up comedian desperately attempting an image makeover" had a diametric opposite in some sort of zany reverse-world where snow falls up and chickens lay yolk-filled racquetballs instead of eggs, it would be Tommy Davidson. Read more articles in Arts » |
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