In all fairness, you need to know that Will Ferrell could probably make me laugh just by reciting the alphabet. I've found his film career somewhat disappointing, but his work on Saturday Night Live still makes my sides ache. I can't tell you how many times I've been in a church service, dutifully focused on God, only to be beset by an almost uncontrollable urge to giggle when the worship pastor started playing the keyboards and talking over the music in a manner quite like Ferrell's portrayal of middle school music teacher Marty Culp. (Me choking back laughter is not necessarily a pretty scene.)
Suffice to say I was eagerly anticipating the SNL alum's latest role as one half of the first all-male figure skating team in the spoof-tastic Blades of Glory. The campy world of figure skating is ripe for parody and who else better to don the spandex than a tall, slightly pudgy Ferrell?
Indeed, one of the primary comedic drivers of the movie is the aesthetic absurdity of Ferrell as a figure skater. He plays Chazz Michael Michaels, a hard-bitten hedonist who got his start in the underground world of "sewer skating" in Detroit. His style is a bit like Aerosmith's Steven Tyler on ice—lots of crotch grabbing and making the ladies swoon. At the World Wintersport Games, Chazz ties with his fastidious nemesis, Jimmy MacElroy (Napoleon Dynamite's Jon Heder), for the gold medal. The two brawl when on top of the platform together, and both are subsequently banned from competition.
A loophole is discovered by Jimmy's stalker, desperate to have the object of his obsession back in the sport, and the two skaters reluctantly decide to compete as a pair. Jimmy was an orphan and child prodigy who was raised in privilege to skate with precision. ...1
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Blades of Glory
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