What followed felt like a bottomless mimosa brunch wrapped in an eighty-minute massage topped off with a childless afternoon in bed scrolling through Ryan Gosling press junket reels. Rudolph strutted through the studio in her catsuit, vogueing and flipping her hair and stomping her way down the memory lane of all her iconic characters. She paid homage to stepmothers, godmothers, mothers from another brother, dance moms, Octomoms.
” Please, please, please grant Mrs. Yang the stamina to make it to the afterparty, preferably after a quick change into Rudolph’s cat suit. Rudolph’s Beyonce returned to Hot Ones, this time dressed up in her finest leathers and Stetson. Two wings in, she was gushing sweat through crossed eyes. “Will you excuse me, I’m about to start speaking in tongues,” she said at one point, before unleashing into a torrential babble of Zorg.