Blades Of Glory does what a good Ferrell vehicle is supposed to do -- it strings enough good bits together to keep the tissue-paper story from tearing, and it comes in at 90 minutes. And that's as close to sticking the landing as it's going to get.
Ferrell isn't breaking new ground, but one day -- when he's branching out to play psycho killers and getting in touch with his inner Thespian -- we'll look back on his clowning period and wonder why he would want to do anything else.
It asks the rhetorical question, 'So what's wrong with the idea of a guy-guy pairs team?' On the other hand, Jimmy's butt-strutting in that peacock suit, his mincing walk, play right into the stereotypes that boneheads everywhere love to laugh at.
The sheer dreamy silliness of Will Ferrell's new comedy, Blades of Glory, carries it for a remarkably long time. Even after the movie starts recycling ideas and turns formulaic with an overextended chase sequence, it's impossible to dislike.
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.
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?
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.
[There's] enough funny material for a great little Saturday Night Live sketch. The trouble is, there's an extra 80 minutes or so of down time in which Ferrell, Heder and their co-stars are pretty much repeating their characters' shallow schtick.