While not as wonderfully ridiculous as Talladega Nights, Will Ferrell's new movie Blades of Glory is still pretty damn funny, especially if you like to see Olympic-style mascots catch fire. The movie's premise -- Will Ferrell and Jon Heder as figure skating's first all-male pair -- accounts for half the goofiness with the other half coming from a nearly non-stop barrage of quirky, little moments. Most of those moments come from Ferrell: watching him stroke his naked, hirsute torso and proclaiming it as the ideal skater's body, watching him make sweet, verbal love to his $12,000 hairbrush and watching him try very, very hard to overcome his sex addiction despite a lingerie-clad Jenna Fischer is all worth the price of admission.
Special mention should go to Will Arnett and Amy Poehler as Ferrell and Heder's villainous skating competitors. Personally, I think Arnett should always lay provocatively on a polar bear skin rug. It's something the world needs in these dark times. The same can be said of Will Ferrell movies. I'm looking forward to his next one where he plays a basketball player. And the one after that where he plays a championship sailor. And the one after that where he plays a jockey convicted of steroid use. Keep 'em coming!
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