If you’re paying attention, and I hope you are, my previous review of Last Comic Standing was on the money when I sounded the death toll for Rachel Feinstein. She was the last woman competing, and I could tell she just wasn’t strong enough to outlast the lads. I wish I was wrong, because I really believe in women comedians, and would love to see more of them succeed. Darnit!
Another thing I was wrong about this week — Johnathan Thymius. (Because I’m one of those chicks who can admit when I’m wrong. Usually. Sometimes. Well, in this case anyway.) I still think he’s the weakest link, should get voted off the island, and get fired. Pick your favorite kick off phrase.
He continues to confound me. Yes, the deadpan delivery is funny. But you have to have actual jokes to deliver. His material is lame and sophomoric. And I have to say here, I am a very silly person. Silly-ness is my favorite kind of “ness!” However!
Thymius messes up his punch lines half the time, or his jokes make no sense at all. I’ve said this about him before, so excuse me for the repetition, but he doesn’t deserve to be on this show any longer. He stands (up) among some very seasoned and smooth professionals right now. And the stakes are high. If you could win 250K for getting on stage and pretending to swat a fly for 20 seconds, we all would do it. At least, I know I would.
The only judge who is beginning to agree with me is Greg Giraldo, who pointed out that “you may be running out of steam. Not the best set you’ve had so far.” Thank you! I’ve been waiting for one of these judges to catch on. I knew it wouldn’t be Natasha “The Cackler” Leggerro, as she’s a waste of space on this show. But finally!
Next week, one comic goes and it’s the last chance for America to vote. Then we get down to the last five, and things will start cooking big time. My favorite pony remains to be Tommy Johnagin, but watch out! Roy Wood Jr. is coming up on the outside!
If you missed this episode, or any others, that means this review made no sense to you. So hustle over to NBC.com, to catch up free.
And thus ends my first review from (gulp) Detroit. I moved four days ago in intense frakkin’ heat. And my Mother-in-Law is mad at me for not unpacking my kitchen completely so her “baby” can eat at a “real” table. So I’m off! Grumble, grumble….
Clacked by Tara Shrodes
on Jul 27, 2010 @ 10:00 EST5EDT
