With sassy stars, the supermodel of the world and quite heroic levels of innuendo, its the show that keeps on giving and gets more divine by the year
It cant have escaped your notice that everything is awful at the moment. In times like those we seem to be stuck in, reaching for a comfort blanket of some kind is understandable. For me, that means TV. The Goldbergs, The Last Leg, anything starring otters and most of all, RuPauls Drag Race.
Its staggering to realise that, with this weekends grand finale, Drag Race will conclude its ninth series especially as UK viewers have only just got (legal) access to new episodes via Netflix. The delay hasnt stopped them keeping up: around the globe, this series has steadily gone from camp curio to the best reality show around, hands down.
For the uninitiated, Drag Race is the search for Americas Next Drag Superstar. Mentored by the self-styled supermodel of the world, drag performers from across the US compete in a series of creative challenges from making their own political campaign films and creating fairytale alter-egos, to hosting breakfast TV and the infamous Snatch Game (Blankety Blank with celebrity dress-up). After a final catwalk showdown every week, the bottom two queens are required to lip-sync for their life, before RuPaul gently instructs the loser to sashay away. Ask most drag performers over here and they will likely claim to be in talks for the UK version despite the fact its not actually been commissioned yet.