cross which the characters glide, but “Blades of Glory” is a film designed strictly for big laughs, and in that aspect, it takes home a gold. Its “plot keywords” on the Internet Movie Database strongly hint at its level of intelligence “ “hit in crotch,” “decapitation,” “incest overtones” “ but Ferrell is its not-so-secret weapon.
The man has a way with making lines hit that would bomb if emerging from anyone else’s mouth. If you dig his thing “ and admittedly, he’s not for everyone “ you’ll likely find “Blades” to be an amiable 90 minutes. Ditto for the voluminous extras, most notable for Ferrell’s usual horde of ad-libbed alternate takes.