“Is this a new genre of figure-skating movie?” muses Will Ferrell on the Blades Of Glory extras. “I don’t have a crystal ball, but will there be six figure-skating movies next year? I don’t think so.” No arguing with that: Blades Of Glory is definitely a one-off, a sporting spoof of crotch-grabbing, Lycra-clad homoeroticism that fires up male-male desire then lets it dance on ice. “They’re doing things no other team would dare to do!” yells a commentator as rival skaters Chazz Michael Michaels (Ferrell) and Jimmy MacElroy (Jon Heder) stick their man-bits in each other’s faces in search of the perfect score.
If only the DVD was half as daring. Like Ferrell’s Anchorman and Talladega Nights it’s another mishmash of vaguely pointless extras, from the improvised to the strained to the plain unfunny. We’re stiffed on a Ferrell/Heder yak track, so it’s left to the Making Of to flesh out the production story: “Making a movie on ice is like making Waterworld,” jokes co-director Will Speck. “But it’s frozen,” adds his other half Josh Gordon helpfully.
Elsewhere, deleted scenes and the loopy Hector: Portrait Of A Psychofan featurette wring mileage out of Jimmy’s stalker (Nick Swardson); there’s a look at the “super sexy” leotards and the alternate takes catch Ferrell’s improv at its best, topped by a sublime gag about FedEx-ing his ice-show boss his most recent dump (“I have the tracking number!”). Plenty of yuks then, but despite the eclectic extras, not a disc you’ll keep skating back to.