After last week’s elimination, there was a void in the Werk Room the size and shape of Cynthia Lee Fontaine’s cucu. The queens gathered to pay their respects — but mostly, they gathered to talk about themselves before they erased Cynthia’s lipstick message, which she had written using only her cucu. Cucu, cucu, cucu. Okay, I just had to get in a final few mentions of Cynthia’s cucu while we still can. Cucu. That’s it for the rest of the season, I promise!
Derrick complained about his critique from Michelle. “She said I don’t have a soul,” she recalled falsely, prompting the others to remind her that Michelle said she “didn’t have soul.” Then Derrick said something that made me lose all love for her: “Then I’ll just start twerking,” strongly implying that Michelle’s critique was about race. It was at that moment that Derrick revealed herself to be truly basic. Not basic in the way that Michelle will call Chi Chi’s outfits “basic,” but basic down to her core. I loved that even Kim Chi got in on piling the shade on Derrick, with “Be someone other than Britney!”
For the Maxi Challenge, the queens would divide into three three-person New Wave bands to perform a song for a crowd of groupies. Robbie, Kim Chi, and Naomi immediately linked arms to form one group, the New York queens banded together, and not very surprisingly, Chi Chi, Naysha, and Derrick were stuck together. Again, Kim Chi with the devastating shade: “The third team just feels like leftovers.”
The other teams circled over Team Leftovers like vultures staking out a trio of injured, makeup-wearing antelopes that are almost dead but not yet dead. When each team had to choose Punk, Synth, or Party for their New Wave subgenre, Robbie and co. immediately chose punk — an interesting choice, given the group members — and the other two teams battled it out over Party. It didn’t add up too much of a battle, though, because Team New York saw that Chi Chi was the disgruntled group member and immediately picked that scab. Chi Chi caved after the slightest bit of prodding and said he’d like to do Synth, and just like that, it was clear that their team was doomed.
But first, Team Synth dug itself into a deeper hole. Naysha came up with a brilliant plan to do a song and performance all about shapes. Shapes! What a sexy concept. They should throw a box of Tangrams at the audience. Chi Chi suggested cardboard cutouts for costumes — as the self-described “Cheap Queen,” she needs to get crafty now and then — but the other girls shot the idea down, with Derrick snootily saying, “This is a girl who shops at Michael’s for every outfit that she owns.” Seriously, I’m liking Derrick less and less. Derrick is definitely Britney between the release of Britney and In the Zone, which every Britney fan knows is the worst, most unimaginative era.
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Acid Betty tried and succeeded at derailing Team Naysha even more by encouraging this whole shapes idea (“Synth is all about the shapes!”) Team Robbie seemed off to an equally inauspicious start when Kim Chi suggested focusing their performance on “chicken wings.”
Meanwhile, all was not well on Team New York either. Thorgy scoffed at every musical suggestion that her teammates made, bragging that she’s a “professionally trained violinist, cellist, and violist.” I’m not quite sure how that helps in a campy performance about stinky street food, but whatever. Robbie and Kim Chi saw the weakness on that team and further distracted Thorgy from her task, and she was all too willing to take the bait, which drove Bob even crazier.
That crazy followed Team New York — now known as Street Meatz — into the studio with the luscious Lucian Piane. Lucian was rightly advising the girls to go less vaudeville and more B-52s, which Bob didn’t understand at all. Bob threw a little fit because she couldn’t handle even the slightest bit of criticism. When Lucian threw out the name “Lorde” almost arbitrarily in an effort to explain his point, Bob pounced. “Okay, I’ll be Lorde then,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm, which wasn’t Lucian’s point at all. Bob’s meltdown was so hilariously irrational that I almost wasn’t mad at it. Instead, I was laughing uncontrollably. To go after a judge — a notably sweet one, at that — and then to somehow blame it on Thorgy was just classic Bob.
NEXT: Now on to the main event!