In fact, aside from Will Ferrell and Jon Heder, the film is almost Blades of Snory. The only amusing side note comes in having Ferrell and Heder’s characters call Craig T. Nelson “coach.” Even real-life husband and wife Will Arnett and Amy Poehler are merely mediocre as the Van Waldenberg brother and sister team. Considering Arnett and Poehler serve as the villainous rivals, one would think that the writers mistook the word villainous for snobbish.

Forgetting the main players, Blades of Glory is chock full of ice skating stars — Scott Hamilton, Peggy Fleming, Dorothy Hamill, Brian Boitano, Sasha Cohen, and Nancy Kerrigan to name a few. Furthermore, the faces of Andy Richter and Luke Wilson stop by for a cameo appearance. Predictably, Blades of Glory results in your typical gold metal triumph and closes in an insanely over-the-top final sequence. In addition, with its overwhelming aura of homoeroticism, Blades of Glory strives to make the likes of Johnny Weir applaud with glee. Even so, Blades of Glory is nearly as good as stupid can get. In the long run, it generally makes one long for the fun found in the NES game of a similar name.

While some might say that the script could use another pass by the Zamboni, others might agree that the film’s faults can be ignored, because Blades of Glory never takes itself too seriously. I suppose there is merit in this statement. But, when you have to dig deep or wait for the ice to melt to see the value, your time could be better spent.

Overall, Blades is a crystal clear example of a riotous concept built for box-office success, not favorable reviews. Putting myself in the shoes of a brutally honest figure-skating judge, I give the performance a 3.0 mark on the 6.0 scale.