Oh no she betta don’t!
RuPaul did however provide me with the only laugh-out-loud moments this show has ever proffered.
This week that gals go undercover (unheard of!) at a fashion show.
RuPaul plays the queen bitch designer whose signature handbag goes missing. The Mystery Girls are on the case, but with only three characters presented in the entire plot it was pretty obvious who the culprit was going to be. Shit, even Jessica Fletcher had more to deal with.
Spoiler alert: It was the designer’s assistant, and he lures our heroes into some sort of hyperbolic chamber by telling them that a clue is hidden there. They both of course shuffle into into it and are then locked in place. He then laughs maniacally and flees. It’s possible that the fourth graders who seem to be this show’s target audience didn’t see that one coming. Eventually they are freed and they show up at the fashion show disguised as models so that they can steal the bag back. I’m bored even writing that.
Gay jokes abounded, and judging from some of the other sitcoms I’ve seen on this network with gay characters, all gay men are horny twits who communicate in double-entendre and cream for Britney Spears’ merch. That said, RuPaul plays a dandy to perfection and his timing and delivery actually carried the lame jokes quite far. Take note, Tori: You better work!
You know your comedic skills are lacking when RuPaul guest stars on your show and totally smokes your ass.