I just cannot do it! 
Cherry Chocolate Diet Dr. Pepper.
Cherry Vanilla made a bit of sense, hearkening back to soda fountain days. But I really don’t think soda jerks were pouring a lot of chocolate syrup into cokes. Maybe I’m wrong?
All the advertising makes it look disgusting. The soda can is split open to reveal a giant 6 layer cake of chocolate and cherry goo. Then, quick cut to a hugely robust cherry pie, then a can split in half with a cherry jubilee of grosstastic proportions. Then some sort of cherry swiss cake rolls, a chocolate fountain vomiting an avalanche of cherries. Wheeee! The carbonated soda bubbles are full of cherry iced doughnuts and more pie and cherry frosted cupcakes. Stop the Madness. I want to get off. I already feel sick.
The can has non-enticing cherries which seem to be suffering from some sort of awful Montezuma’s revenge of chocolate.
Although I will give props to this:
(Play at your own risk. You have been warned).
Slickly produced. Tongue firmly in cheek.
This whole Diet Dr. Pepper campaign is desperately trying to convince me that a diet soda is so tasty that is an indulgance on-par with cake, cookies, pie, candy, etc. I’m just not buying it. Come on, it’s soda. Diet soda. But then you see the Mr. Chocolate Rain singing about it and your KNOW that this stuff must rock. Come on, MR. CR has tons of street cred and he would never whore himself out to the man for a quick buck. If he says the Cherry Chocolate Rain is going to fall on my tastebuds like a five hundred megaton taste bomb, then I believe it!
The first Chocolate rain was a socio-political tirade about the injustices of race relations in current American society.
The re-mix (total non-sellout, ‘nother black guy’s music co-opted by The Man) is a shill for an unholy mix of cough medicine syrup mixed with a tootsie roll parading about as a soft drink.
I love you America.