For the main stage, our guest judges are Baywatch’s Pamela Anderson and Oscar nominee/poker champ Jennifer Tilly. There’s technically no runway this week—just their live performances in front of the judges.
Willam and Latrice kill it. They come out with matching parasols, sharp lyrics (“at least my mustache don’t show!”), and Latrice sends Willam crashing to the floor by throwing some fabric in her direction.
They did get one backhanded compliment from Pamela: “I loved their voices together—but I’m tone deaf.”
Girl, I have no idea why you’re judging and I don’t care. Just keep speaking words.
Dida and Chad do a fine job. They play the ingénue / veteran perspective. Very Roxi and Velma from Chicago. And Dida finally—finally!—has bigger hair, so the heavens open up and start to sing with praises.
The results of best and worst teams are no surprise.
Top two: Willam and Latrice
Bottom two: Sharon and Phi Phi
While standing in the back to bask in their victory, Willam starts turning a little green and then vomits Absolut cocktails on the stage. This isn’t a tiny in-mouth puke: home girl is on her knees and blowing chunks on a defenseless stage light. Not cute. Not funny.
And then without a pause for cleanup, we proceed to the lip-synch: Sharon vs. Phi Phi. Good vs. Evil. Devil vs. Angel. Party City vs. Tired-Ass Show Girl. The song is “It’s Raining Men (The Sequel)” performed by Martha Wash and RuPaul.
We’ve not seen either of these girls lip-synch, so I’m somewhat fearful for Sharon.
Phi Phi loses her wig in the first five seconds (did she not learn from Dragtona Beach?), but that doesn’t keep her from doing high-energy back bends and incessant shaking.
Sharon plays well to her comedy; her neck moves in mysterious ways. Plus, girl can scoot across a stage plenty well. Advantage—I think, I hope, I pray to those bejeweled horns—goes to Sharon.