Iâm sorry, but no. I canât review Blades of Glory. Itâs a Will Ferrell movie. Asking me to review it is like saying âHere, Megan, write 300 words about this baby.â I canât write about a baby! All babies are the same! Theyâre cute (in an alien sort of way), theyâre squishy and squirmy, they generally leak fluids from a number of orifices, and they make awkward noisesâthey have good and bad points, but thereâs absolutely nothing distinctive about one baby compared to the next.
Will Ferrell movies are like babiesâthe differences are subtle. I dunno. I guess the big difference between babies and a Will Ferrell movie is that I like Will Ferrell movies usually. Theyâre entertaining, and Blades of Glory is especially so. Jon Heder is great and Amy Poehler is pretty hilarious. But itâs not that I donât like babies too. I like babies fine. I mean, I donât want my own babies. Not right now. Maybe someday. I mean, I wouldnât like⌠ABORT if I got pregnant right now. Actually, right now I probably would. I donât wanna be a single mom in a studio apartment, you know? But maybe if I was like, married or in a long-term relationship with a guy who also wanted a child or something⌠then I could maybe want a baby. I mean, we could talk about it. I would probably need a better job because I like working here and all, but I donât make enough as a writer to support a family or anything. Or I guess I could stop getting so many fucking parking tickets. I guess it could work.
Jon Hederâs hair is really awful in this movie, but in a perfect way. That has nothing to do with anything; I just said it because I just thought of that. Itâs called free-writing, people. Get into it.
