Blades of Glory Reviews
Blades of Glory has funny moves even when its characters can barely move, but the film seldom gets past its one basic laugh: that a real man figure-skating is a contradiction in terms.
To see seemingly regular guys utterly stripped of dignity and defense is cruel enough, but crueler still is the laughter that you cannot seem to stop from rupturing your lungs and aorta.
I'd try to avoid the usual cliche of saying this is a fine 10-minute Saturday Night Live sketch that's padded with another 80 minutes of filler, but if this unclever and mostly unfunny film doesn't bother to put in any effort, why should I?
It may not take Ferrell in any new directions, but it proves that in the right context, looking like Kurt Russell's puffy brother in flaming Spandex, on ice, can give a guy an edge.
Dumb with a capital D, Blades of Glory takes its (almost) fleshed-out sketch-comedy idea as far as an ice-skating buddy movie with we're-not-gay jokes and a psycho stalker can go.
One day some enterprising company will probably package Ferrell's sillier comedies together for a boxed DVD set. It has its moments, but Blades of Glory probably won't be the first one of the bunch you watch.
You know those one-joke Saturday Night Live sketches that start to age after six minutes? Blades of Glory is one joke that lasts 93 minutes, costs $11 and could involve sitting next to a guy who retells the movie into his cellphone.