I have to admit something: I am a HUGE Will Ferrell fan. I am a big enough fan to have Talladega Nights on my Netflix Queue even though I despise Nascar (fun fact - my company recently reformed and repaved the Talladega racetrack).
Therefore, when Linnea told me she saw and loved Blades of Glory, I knew I had to see it in the theater. Usually I can wait, but not this time.
It was so worth the $6.00 popcorn.
First of all, one of the routines in the movie is to a song my sister and I have a huge inside joke about, the Aerosmith song from Armageddon. Then, the costumes, Jon Heder's hair, Jon Heder, Amy Poehler, Craig T. Nelson, and Pam from The Office. IT RULED.
I didn't think a movie about figure skating, which I despise almost as much as Nascar, would be even remotely tolerable. But it was SO GOOD.
"Impure! Impure!"
I give Blades of Glory three out of three Starbucks logos, and I want to have Jon Heder's Mormon babies (if he didn't have a wife who is already doing that, of course).
Well, at least the first ten pages did. I got about that far into it and decided, I cannot read a book about an old man's lesion. EW.
So yeah, I'm not going to bother rating it.
And I usually can be swayed by a gay son. This time, however, not so much.
I liked that it took place in the South, but wasn't written to emphasize that the author is More Southern Than You, and that it talked about dogs. Also, the main character is a redhead. And there is a passage in it that talks about "Ona Crabtree's rumpled butt plumage."
But that was really all I liked about the book. If the little kid hadn't been in it, I would have liked it a lot more.
I give Between, Georgia one out of three Starbucks logos, because that kid sucked.
