Finally, it's time to wrap up the search for the next comic to get a small role in a "Harold and Kumar" movie (yeah, I'm talking to you, Jon Reep) after what felt like the longest. Season. Ever. NBC is delivering a 90-minute spectacular, so let's bring on the filler! And what says filler more than a performance from eliminated finalists God's Pottery! They sing a ditty called "Judgment Day" - about the finale - with a full orchestra and choir. Sigh. It's going to be a long 90 minutes (well, except for Joel McHale!) The five finalists hit the stage amidst Olympic music and dancers and are all decked out in patriotic sweat suits. Bill and Fearne even come out and "light" a big, fake torch. Oh, dear Lord. Bill informs us that in addition to Joel (who I really am looking forward to seeing, as I love "The Soup"), we're going to also be treated to Triumph the Insult Comedy Dog, Jon Lovitz and last season's winner, Jon Reep. Oh, and the filler also includes little short films (I don't know what else to call them) featuring the comics. Louis Ramey is up first. I guess these are supposed to be like the athlete profile pieces we see during the Olympics. He does the shot put with a rubber chicken. Really.

Well, after a curiously shortened season, it's the penultimate episode of the least funny show of the summer. So, we're getting two more hours of television and about 15 minutes of comedy. I'm so not recapping this next season. The show went to hell in a handbasket after they eliminated Doug Benson last season (hi, Doug!) Oh, wait, add five minutes to the funny, The Dan Band are on. My friend Rose turned me on to these guys, and they're actually a hoot. Their gig is covering songs originally sung by women artists and groups, but tonight, they sing an original composition about the show, called "Soul-Sucking Succubus". Kidding. During the instrumental break, all of the comics come out, one by one, and tell us why they should be the last comic standing. Boy, the ladies love that Jeff Dye, don't they? And Marcus has hit the maximum level of douchiness. Oh, hey Fearne is back. Tonight all eight remaining comics will perform, but only five are moving on, based on last week's vote. Wouldn't it suck to perform tonight and then find out you weren't even funny enough last week? Maybe I'm too concerned about this.  

Iliza is feeling very confident after winning her second showdown in a row. She knows she's a threat. The boys talk about her and Louis says that if she wins one more showdown, she's got the whole she-bang in the bag. He also thinks she's getting a lot of air time and he doesn't want the show to be all about her. Louis tries to get the boys to make a pact to pick each other for the showdown as opposed to Iliza. There's a bit of reluctance in the room.

Well, once again, I have discovered that Florida's summer storms and a DVR are a less than magical mix. For some reason, my DVR failed to record this show (as well as a number of shows I recorded while I was out of town) and if it wasn't for a chance airing on Fox Reality, I would have completely missed this week's festivities (NBC/Hulu doesn't post the episodes online until 2 weeks after their debut. Why?) Sadly, I joined this episode 45 minutes in, so I missed the Last Comic Car Wash (which served no real purpose, except to fill a two-hour show.) I tuned in just in time to find out the results of the prop comedy challenge, where the comics were sent to an LA-area Bed Bath & Beyond to assemble props for a short prop routine, judged by the king of the gener, Carrot Top, a/k/a "Little Orphan Annie" on steroids. I'm sorry, but I think he's pretty funny, and actually a really nice guy, but I just can't look at him anymore. This challenge would have actually been perfect for our fallen Isreali comrade, Lioz Shem Tov - they should have brought him back for this one. So, anyway, much to my delight, the adorable Jeff Dye wins the challenge and immunity. Iliza looks pissed.

Well, we're now down to our 12 finalists - like 'em or not. It's Marcus, Louis Ramey, Iliza Schlesinger, Ron G, Adam Hunter, Papa CJ, Paul Foot, Sean Cullen, Jim Tavare, God's Pottery, Esther Ku and Jeff Dye. The gang arrive in Hollywood to live together in a huge house and face off in a number of wacky comic challeges to determine who wil be The. Last. Comic. Standing. But I'm sure you know this by now.

We're back in Vegas to see who's going to join last week's winners in Hollywood. It's "all or nothing" for the remaining 16 of the semifinalists. Bill once again takes the stage in his shiny suit (does he only have the one suit?), accomplanied by showgirls and this week, mini versions of Gene Simmons, Elvis and Marilyn Monroe, because nothing says "comedy" like little people. Bill again introduces us to the "talent scouts", Richard "Belz" Belzer and Steve "still don't know who he is" Schirippa. First up is our li'l Dane Cook doppleganger, impressionist Marcus. He talks about what a scary flick "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" truly is, when you're eight (that boat ride freaked me out, so I know what he's talking about.) He also suggested having Oompa Loompas go to Britney Spears' house to straighten her out with one of their songs ("Out at the club till all hours of the night/Leaving your kids at home that isn't right/Do you think that makes a very good mom?/Plus, you forget to put pan-ties on.") No impressions? Wow. The crowd loved him, and that bit was much more entertaining that his last go-round. Steve was hoping for impressions, so Marcus did a little Christopher Walken for him.

Tonight promises an "international comedy battle" as the 32 comics who made it through the (long) audition process take the stage at the Paris Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. Bill, in his shiniest suit takes the stage complete with the requisite showgirls. And, sigh, it's time for him to do some jokes. At least he's moved on from the "1980s Jokebook" and kidded around about the slate of botox-ed performers on the strip like Tom Jones and my guilty pleasure, Barry Manilow, who he said has had so much plastic surgery that he couldn't do some of his old songs because he couldn't move his mouth. Thankfully, Bill's set was super-short, hopefully allowing us to actually see a bit more of the comedians competing to move on to the house.

This week, LCS has assembled the top comics from around the world - over 20 countries and 5 continents - in Miami. Fearne is dispatched to the airport to greet the competitors. She dons a sheep outfit to greet a Kiwi comedian. Wakka wakka. The comic looks less than amused. I love him already. This is taking forever. Finally they bus the EPCOT of comedy to the Improv, where they will audition in front of talent scouts Lonny Ross and Keith Powell from "30 Rock." Stephen K. Amos is from London and says as a black man, people don't expect an English accent to come out of him. He was cool and funny and will make the showcase. If they made the effort to bring these people to the US from international destinations, shouldn't they all be in the showcase? I'm just saying....Janice Phayre from Ireland has been doing comedy for four-and-a-half years and describes her comedy as "filthy." I also like her already. She only gets in a teeny bit about how she thought the turtle neck part of her top was supposed to go on her head, but the 30 Rock boys thought she'd be good in front of a crowd and send her to the showcase as well.

Bill informs us that tonight we're seeing the "last US auditions", so the pain is almost over. First we're off to Minneapolis and since NBC has so kindly shaved 30 minutes off this episode for us, we're immediately thrust into the "(Un)Funny Booth." Sigh. At least they've got the most. Awesome. Judges. Ever. It's Kate Flannery and Brian Baumgarnter, a/k/a Meredith and Kevin from "The Office"! It's weird to hear Brian talking as himself, not as Kevin. And away we go...first up is Pete Lee. He said he can't be manly with a name with 4 'E's in it, saying his name sounds like a moped horn. He says he's a tough as "a mustache on a blond guy." Kate loves him and he's going to the showcase. Alex Thomas says people in Miami go straight from the club to work - he was dancing at a club next to a guy in a FedEx uniform. When I worked at a TV station in Orlando, I used to do that, because I had to be in at 4:30am on Saturday and Sunday, so Alex's "joke" wasn't so funny, but 100% true. I thought he was kinda okay, but Kate and Brian loved him. We're two for two. Jared Logan, a round guy in a bad sweater says that people think he's gay (not with that sweater on) because "from far away I look like a lesbian." Kate says "umm....umm...." My sentiments exactly. Ok, it's time for some freaks, like some dude doing a horrible robot impression (have those ever been funny?) oh, and then he did his best "Lily Tomlin as Ernestine" impression. The 70s called dude, they want their act back.

Oooh, Bill promises us the most "controversial" and "confrontational" audition ever. I can't wait! We also get to see the top 10 worst auditions of the season (a little something we like to call "filler", as we've just seen a bunch of these people already - like Dollhouse Dude and the lady with the huge funbags.) There's even a countdown clock to the "most shocking audition" - they're going all out here, aren't they? Bill and Fearne arrive in San Francisco to meet the auditioners. The judges for this round are someone named Josh Gomez from "Chuck" (who I thought was Seth Green when I first saw him - color me disappointed) and French Stewart from "Third Rock." At least they have a normal-looking guy to kick things off - Jason Downs went to Amsterdam and didn't tell a pot joke. Wow. He did say he couldn't believe how the Nazis took three years to find Anne Frank as there were signs all over the place saying "this way to the Anne Frank house." Cute. Are you ready to be shocked? Here comes Shashi Bhazia. She looks like she wants to get into a fight the minute she walks on stage. Oh, and she's painfully unfunny. As Frenchy tries to let her down easy, she says she doesn't have that "dark pit inside her that needs constant attention" like other comedians. Ouch. Then she tells Frenchy she wants to rip him a new one. Bleeps abound. She says his judging is just "insecure BS." Frenchy tells her he's perfectly happy with his current a-hole. Thanks for sharing, Frenchy. The whole thing was just dumb, and hardly "shocking." Frenchy says he feels like he was just date raped. Welcome to the world of LCS, and my personal hell, Frenchy. And hey, only 5 minutes of the show has elapsed!