Will Ferrell and Jon Heder in another chocolate and peanut-butter experiment from the comedy studios, end up being more like a chicken sushi roll, too weird to explain, and too tasty to not enjoy. Blades of Glory is to figure skating what Baseketball was to MLB, ridiculously and barely related and yet surprisingly fun. The doubling, L-Cam and wirework effects were pretty good as they were far off enough from reality already to give themselves enough license to do whatever they wanted. Jon Heder shows some range from his "Aww, shucks," persona of Benchwarmers and School for Scoundrels, and Will Farrell is definitely reaching somewhere between Ron Burgundy and Ricky Bobby for his Chazz, both almost original but not quite. While these characters work well off each other it is the very wrongness, the taboo breaking of having two men going crotch to face and trying to act like it isn't happening that makes this far more amusing retrospectively, than the sheer shock value of the infamous scene in Borat. Admittedly the latter had me almost hurt myself laughing at the time, every time I think of it since I want to press Delete in my brain. While this movie had me shaking my head, at least in this case I could look my wife in the eye and smile and shrug and be pleased to see her laughing rather than worry if I was going to get in trouble for bringing her (Like I write these things!). Considering the subject matter of men's pairs figure skating, sex addiction, incest and stalking are all par for the course for this film, it was surprisingly appropriate and easy to stomach, certainly a feat as memorable as the Iron Lotus.
Review of Blades of Glory
