In approaching this episode, I have some PTSD (Previously Tricked Stress Drag-order). Yes, this is supposed to be the finale, and I can only hope there are viewing parties where people drink every time Chad makes a Hunger Games reference or Ru breaks out a new pun. Still, no volume of tweets from @RuPaulsDragRace was going to convince me that this would be the actual finale until a crown was placed on some queen’s wig. I refused to be duped again.
And I wasn’t. There was no live show (all that tweeting was for… fun?). There was a winner, and she was crowned after conquering a grueling comedy triathlon.
RuPaul wastes no time breaking down the challenge for our girls: an interview, a red-carpet speech, and a stand-up routine. It’s a departure from the choreography-heavy, “dance in front of this green screen for my music video” finales we’ve seen, but a much better judge of a queen’s charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and talent.