It’s the finale of RHATL and we can’t wait for the nine-part reunion, so let’s dive right into the madness! We learn that Porsha’s co-workers at Dish Nation lovingly call her “P-Willi”, they are live on the air discussing the upcoming nickel-n-dime stage play, starring their own P-Willi alongside the shady Vivica A. Fox. I must take a poignant pause here and reflect on the “seven degrees of Kevin Bacon” moment we are having – so here’s Miss Vivica on the RHATL for a cameo, she was formerly a guest on WWHL with Andy Cohen, where she claimed that her ex-boyfriend, 50-CENT, is gay. ALLEGEDLY PEOPLE! Not to be confused with our own 50-CYNT, who is not gay… as far as we know! Whew – the world is a rich tapestry, my friends!
Across town, other housewives with nothing to do are meeting for a play date! Kandi takes Baby Ace to the pumpkin patch to meet with Eva and her daughter Marley Rae. Let’s just say that Marley Rae is not DTPD (Down to Play Date). She’s a bit fussy, but they only have to stay for a few contractually obligated moments in order to lay the groundwork for the hellscape that will be the last 15 minutes of the episode. Eva is now an official ATL resident, and it’s her BURF-DAY, and it’s HALLOWEEN, so Kandi convinces her to throw a Halloween costume party and invite all past mortal enemies of housewives present.
Later, 50-Cynt and Nene roll up to the mall in Nene’s Rent-A-Royce, but no handicapped parking for them! They must hobble on their cloven hooves into the Halloween store and select cheezie costumes. Eva is already in the shop and we learn that the party will be held in an old, decommissioned church. This parade of unstable skanks may spontaneously combust upon entering. 50-Cynt gives Nene a warning – Wigs-n-Cigs will be in attendance. Nene tries to brush it off, pretending to be enthralled by some “Nestle Crunch” socks [no… seriously!] She’s too busy catching checks, no room to catch a case!
SBS welcomes some of the ladies to the Château for a tour of the newly finished basement. Only Kandi and 50-Cynt show up, but hey… more macaroons for Kandi! Kandi causally points out that SBS has no doormat at all and SBS tells her it had to be custom-made and is “on backorder”. As SBS leads them down into the fully furnished home underneath the Château, she is serving up shade left and right. Nene couldn’t make it to the basement unveiling, which she doesn’t understand since she has free time after being fired from the Xscape tour… and 50-Cynt, who has a home full of IKEA, needs to see what real furniture looks like. Oh SBS, karma is going to bite you in the bubble-booty when your Château is repoed! Kandi can’t reconcile the figures in her head, but SBS must have sold a lot of books. SBS situates Kandi and 50-Cynt in the spa and in come the two ladies from Priv to get their product placement by Bravo, and give some weak-ass hand massages. SBS takes the floor with her latest drama, apparently SBS heard from Shamea that P-Willi called her after Barcelona and said that none of the women can be trusted, not even SBS! Not one to ever let things slide, SBS is ticked after she had P-Willi’s back for the last four months. She plans to open up a can o’ rent-a-whoop ass on P-Willi, but 50-Cynt advises her to talk it over directly with P-Willi before turning loose like a crack-house rat. Ahem… 50-Cynt, have you seen this show?
It’s the opening night of “two can play that game” and P-Willi is on stage playing a “bona fide ho”, which isn’t much of a stretch. 50-Cynt and Kenya are the only two who show up, and Kenya is there for the sole purpose of throwing shade at the current state of Vivica’s old face.
Okay finally, the last 15 – it’s the night of the Halloween party and this shin-dig is held together with prayers and chewing gum. In comparison with the other bashes we’ve seen, it’s quite pitiful. There are some random plastic bowls of Halloween candy disbursed on rented high-top tables and a buffet of airport KFC.
The only noteworthy part is 50-Cynt dressed as 50-Cent and lookin’ pretty dang fierce. Will trails in, dressed as Poindexter – we could use a little less of him. Noelle is at the party and this is her first exposure to Will, probably her last since his dating contract will be toast before filming is over.
SBS commits the ultimate Halloween-welcome to the ATL-but no peach for you party-foul and dresses in the same costume as the host. There is only room for ONE Cleopatra in this decommissioned den of worship! Wigs-n-Kroy are unoriginal as Hugh Hefner and a rando Playboy bunny, but I’m glad that this is the first episode in the long time that Kroy is not relegated to circling the block in the Escalade! Marlo shows up as BAPS and some random older man, who she introduces as “Raymond”. Kenya asks where he came from, to which he replies, “I fell from the sky”… more like fell out of escort agency li’l black book!
SBS tells Marlo about the P-Willi gossip and Marlo convinces her it’s the best plan in the history of the explored universe to confront her at this social gathering. Nene and Gregg walk in dressed as roach and exterminator and totally steal the show. #couplepettygoals! Wigs is in the corner lookin’ like a rabid bunny, but the joke is on her. Kroy is laughing and gives Nene props for having a great sense of humor. Watch Nene float out of this thing and score an endorsement deal for Orkin Pest Control, or some crazy shit! Nene will be cashin’ cock-roach checks instead of Trump checks – ah well, same difference, right?
At a nearby rent-a-high-top, it’s SBS-n-Wigs vs. zombie brides P-Willi-n-Lauren. The confrontation begins… P-Willi’s life is just one crushing friendship defeat after another. She responds as one would expect of any zombie bride – “wha’?” Shamea, appropriately dressed as “messy mermaid”, wiggles her way up to bring her bestie up to speed on why SBS is comin’ for her. The whole thing escalates quickly, Wigs inserts herself, there’s a lot of acrylic fingernail waving, and P-Willi suggests they talk privately. Game over – SBS has already labelled her as a bad friend and she dashes off to burn their friendship contract at the decorative entry cauldron. Nene takes P-Willi aside and lectures her about giving an “apology presentation ceremony” of sorts to the entire group, with “no buts”. P-Willi stands her ground and says “NO” to Nene, which is freakin’ unheard of in this crew. Marlo and her 5 foot wig try to butt in, P-Willi is shoveling Pez or Xanax into her mouth at an alarming rate, but then swiftly walks away because she’s about to erupt into a fiery rage containing the white-hot heat of 1,000 suns! Marlo the asshole and her 5-foot wig are chasing after P-Willi and she pulls on her zombie-bride train. Some rando party-goer, or a Bravo intern perhaps, whisks in to aid P-Willi and he helps carry her train so she can escape the idiot-hooker chasing her.
Oddly – this rando looks a li’l like none other than the real 50-CENT! After P-Willi escapes from the peach-thirsty Marlo, she reconvenes with Lauren and they hoof it out of there. Poor li’l Fitty – he was hoping P-Willi might split an Uber with him – 50-Sad!
Kandi has had her fill of airport KFC and the dipping sauces have run dry, she is ready to hear the best costume award and be in bed by 8! Of course, 50-Cynt takes the prize and bids farewell to her alter-ego. Cynthia has since turned 51, RIP 50-CYNT!
As we wind up, we see the updates of each housewife to tide us over until the bloodbath reunion – 50-Cynt is still “getting to know” Will after nine months of dating. Nene is still attempting her comedy, P-Willi has the acting bug and is continuing her pursuits, Kandi has an OLG food-truck in the works because she doesn’t have enough revenue streams, Kenya is still waffling with Question Marc about where to call “home”, and we learn that the “Man Cave” at the Château will be empty until 2022. God’s speed, Prison-BAE!
See y’all next week for reunion roundup, part one!