Blades of Glory: Review
September 25, 2007

So the Blades of Glory DVD came out on August 28th. I assume lots of you have already seen this Hollywood spoof of our beloved sport and some of you aren’t sure you want to.
I saw it in the theater and I’ll admit I came away disappointed. I wasn’t offended by how they were lambasting our sport. On the contrary, I think it was a matter of Expectation. Like many of us, I knew about this production long before it hit the big screen. “An ice skating comedy starring Will Ferrell?”…I literally thought I might jump out of my skin with excitement.
It’s the whole New Year’s Eve Phenomenon: the more you anticipate an event, the greater chance it will disappoint. I expected to be laughing during every single second of Blades of Glory, unable to catch my breath, maybe doubling over in the aisle and having to be escorted from the theater in hysterics. Pretty much anything short of that was going to feel lackluster. So I’d set the bar pretty high. I realized this was unfair, and this is why I trotted down to my local video store this weekend to give it another chance.
Okay, so a lot of the humor is pure smut and derived from the fact that Will Ferrell’s character, Chazz Michael Michaels, that “Tsunami of Swagger,” that “Leather-clad Lothario,” is an admitted sex addict. But smut is pretty much the basis for the majority of comedies these days. You really have to just not think about the fact that most of your 8 year-old students have already seen the film or will soon.
And, of course, the plot is wildly improbable: a guy/guy pair team training in a cold-storage warehouse frozen over with a garden hose. They “qualify” for the National competition by merely signing up (if only it were this easy…). But when have Hollywood depictions of figure skating been even remotely realistic? According to Tinseltown, hockey players can successfully switch over to Olympic-level figure skating within what seems like the course of a few weeks, and, recently, an ice princess progressed from a single salchow to a triple with lightening speed, (how long was it, a few days?) thanks to her knack for Physics.
So Blades of Glory is trashy and it’s implausible. But it’s also very funny and I was able to appreciate this once I calmed down and stopped expecting so much. The writers, directors and actors managed to capture the ridiculousness of skating and take it even further.
Case in point: The classic Peacock program performed by “Skating’s Little Orphan Awesome,” Jimmy MacElroy (played by John Heder). This program features an impressive leaping move called a Galloping Peacock and requires the gawky actor of Napolean Dynamite fame to wear a bejeweled turquoise costume, complete with a flouncy tail and a glove made to look like a bird. It’s Johnny Weir’s notorious Swan program ratcheted up a few notches. The performance ends on a nice theatrical note when, in a flourish, MacElroy releases a dove into the arena, at which point, Scott Hamilton comments quite seriously and with a hint of admiration: “It’s important to remember that that dove was in his suit the whole time.”
It’s perfect that the first time Michaels and MacElroy compete together, their theme is Fire and Ice and they are dressed accordingly. It’s also fitting that, in the opening of this program, they get on their knees and swoop their bodies around and away from each other just how Torvill and Dean did, so romantically, at the beginning of their famous Bolero freedance. What kicks this over the top for me is the choice of appropriately-mushy music: Aerosmith’s “Don’t Want to Miss a Thing,” which includes lyrics such as: “Don’t want to close my eyes/ I don’t want to fall asleep/ ‘Cause I’d miss you baby/ And I don’t want to miss a thing…” The actors’ facial expressions, especially during a series of crotch lifts, convey extreme discomfort and the song nicely amplifies this. Michaels and MacElroy may have joined forces, but, in the end, they’re still who they are: after this number, dainty MacElroy bows gracefully and masculine Michaels somehow shoots fire from his sleeves.
Their rivals are brother and sister pair team, Fairchild and Stranz Van Waldenberg, played expertly by real-life husband and wife, Will Arnett (Arrested Development, etc) and Amy Poehler (Saturday Night Live, etc.). For their hip hop routine, these so-called “Blue-eyed Funk Machines” wear what I think are the funniest costumes of the whole flick. They both have mesh around their midriffs, baring what appear to be gang tattoos. Her hair is all kinky and he has a gold tooth. Her skates look like Converse high tops and his are Timberland work boots. When they slouch gangsta-style in the Kiss and Cry, we see that he’s been skating with his Timberlands unlaced. Naturally.
In keeping with an icky yet comical sexual tension between the Van Waldenberg siblings, their other number is an homage to “forbidden romance” and depicts JFK and Marilyn Monroe. The Van Waldenberg plot to physically hurt their competition is obviously inspired by the Harding/Kerrigan debacle, but this saga culminates in an action-packed, high speed skating chase through the canals of Montreal. The best is when Michaels and Van Waldenberg each limbo under some low-lying pipes with their own panache. (This whole scene is almost as funny as a skating chase scene in a terrible movie from about 10 years ago called, The Long Kiss Goodnight, in which Geena Davis plays a secret agent. At one point, her target is located in a moving car directly across a frozen lake. The camera cuts to a pair of old ratty skates on an abandoned porch. In the next instant, she is power skating across that lake with a gigantic gun strapped to her back. This isn’t meant to be a comedy, but, it is hilarious.)
Speaking of action, I appreciate all the reverence for pair skating prowess. When Coach, played by Craig T. Nelson, first introduces this new couple to pair skating, he holds a pointer out to what looks to be a 1970’s era skating poster. He says, “The Dance Lift, the Press Lift, the Twist Lift, the Side by Side Jump, the Throw Jump: all of these are weapons in the pair skater’s arsenal and used properly, they can slay your opponent. Used improperly, they can break every bone in your body.”
Later, Coach unveils the vaunted, utterly impossible Iron Lotus trick by showing video footage from North Korea. In this, the guy swings the girl around in a show move called a Headbanger, then flings her into a Back Flip and simultaneously kicks his legs up in an Butterfly spin. The point is to not cut your partner’s head off but, in the video, the guy doesn’t quite succeed, so her head bounces cartoon-ishly onto the ice. Likewise, while Michaels unsuccessfully practices this move in the warehouse with the aid of a suspended dummie, we see that dummie heads in MacElroy’s likeness are strewn all over the ice. Having experienced many pair skating injuries, myself, I don’t actually think it’s funny how pair skaters get seriously hurt all the time, but it is funny how Blades of Glory exaggerates this in such a slapstick way. I think just about everybody, both skaters and non-skaters, cringe a little bit while watching pair skating. The truth is that it’s almost exactly as dangerous as it looks and the movie capitalizes on this perfectly.
If you haven’t seen this yet, you should: whether you end up loving it or hating it, it’s just another way of staying current. Maybe it’s not as directly valuable as attending a PSA event, or watching a Grand Prix competition on TV (or on the new and improved icenetwork.com), or flipping through the latest Skating Magazine, but most of our students have seen it and so we probably should, too.
So what did you like (or loathe) about Blades of Glory? Please comment.
And stay tuned…Are you curious what it must have been like to be part of the movie? Next week, I get the inside scoop from Blades of Glory skating stunt double, Tiffany Scott…
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Blog Bonus Material:
MY TOP FIVE FAVORITE BLADES OF GLORY LINES:
- When Michaels is showing off his $12,000 Italian hair brush, The Verticoli, he says: “I could not love a human baby as much as I love this brush.”
- When Michaels is showing off his tattoos to MacElroy, he says. “Yeah, some people call me the Illustrated Man…You got any tatts?” MacElroy answers eagerly: “I had my face painted at the Blueberry Festival one year.”
- At a press conference for the new pair team, a journalist reads off an old quote of Michaels trash talking his now-partner. Michaels answers angrily, “Okay, Mr. Smart Reporter, you figured out how to work the Google on the internet machine.”
- After Michaels/MacElroy successfully perform the Iron Lotus in competition, the stunned announcer working alongside Scott Hamilton states, “Scott, I seem to have wet my pants.”
- At some point, Michaels says, “Mind-bottling, isn’t it?” When MacElroy questions this expression, he responds, “Yeah, when things get so crazy that you get your thoughts all trapped, like in a bottle.”
BEST PARTS OF THE DVD EXTRAS:
- Celebrities on Thin Ice: Seeing the actors falter around on the ice and get hooked up to harnesses to help keep them from falling.
- 20 Questions with Scott Hamilton: As always, he’s affable and charismatic.
- Gag reel: At one point, they show Scott Hamilton guzzling celebratory champagne with MacElroy and Michaels in the Kiss and Cry.
IJS: Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
September 18, 2007

Picture this: Your skater is about to compete. She has a fantastic warm-up during which she nails her jumps, and even has time to squeeze in a combination spin and the hardest part of her footwork. She is second to perform, so, off the ice, she bounces around in place and shakes out her limbs while you deliver The Pep Talk. You give an especially good one: inspiring, heartfelt, and sure to ring in her ears as she’s sailing through her elements. While the first skater is curtsying, you do what any dutiful coach should do – you pull out your Blackberry and log onto the USFS website to see if there have been any rule changes in the last 20 minutes. Sure enough, Communication #146753298776551 has just come out. You quickly read all 72 pages and discover that there’s a clarification to the spiral sequence. Now, it turns out, in order to get the spirals to count, you have to have both legs up above your head at the same time. You have no idea how this is possible, you’ve never taught a spiral like this (or seen one), and you have no idea if your skater can do it, but she’s going to have to if she wants to get any points for the sequence.
The problem is that now her name has been called and she’s already standing in place waiting for her music. You can’t verbally coach her from this point, so you dig deep, and relying on everything you’ve ever read about the powers of quantum physics, you try to send her a telepathic message. Alas, she does not receive it. Her spirals are gorgeous, exactly how you taught them to her this morning after reading Communication #146753298776550, but those clarifications are now old news, and the Protocol Sheet she gets back reflects this. All you can do is tell her parents, afterwards, that she’s going to have to get a Blackberry or some other wireless device embedded in a bracelet, so she can check updates herself while skating from the door to her opening pose.
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I just got back from the PSA Nationwide Seminar in Stamford, CT, where Technical Specialist Ken Shelley gave an informative talk on the International Judging System, IJS. Coach Shirley Hughes was the keynote speaker of the day and also added helpful information. In hindsight, just because I’m nerdy this way, I wish I had counted the number of times they used the word Change. As in, “this has changed” or “that will change,” or “this is one of the biggest recent changes,” or “make sure to check and see if such and such changes.” I think the tally would have made for some decent entertainment. Instead, I was compelled to play David Bowie’s “Changes” over and over on my internal iPod.
This seminar confirms what I’ve been thinking about IJS lately, that: change is good, but too much change can result in chaos, especially when there seems to be no end in sight. I’m usually not one to raise my hand in class, but I couldn’t help myself. I said, “In response to the almost comical number of changes, it seems that skaters, parents, coaches, and even the technical panelists are frustrated and confused. I’ve been telling my students that the system is still relatively new and that we need to let them work out the kinks, but it will all eventually become more standardized. Do you think this is true?” I really wanted Mr. Shelley and Ms. Hughes, the good-natured IJS messengers of the day, to confirm that I was on the right track, here. Instead, they just chuckled and answered that we’re probably going to continue to see a lot more… “changes”. They pointed out that most of these changes, such as (pretty much) doing away with the notorious backwards “crotch” spiral, are positive. I agree that it’s good to remodel your house, but who wants to do so (or be forced to do so) every month?
It could be said that the judging of figure skating didn’t progress enough for a very long time and that the sport was either not moving forward at all or moving forward only at a snail’s pace. Of course our old system was flawed, and it’s to be expected that this one is imperfect too. But one of the major flaws, it seems, is this constant state of flux. Ms. Hughes recommends that we check in with the USFS website at least once a week for more clarifications. But remember that clarifications by no means stand alone: you have to understand the previous clarifications and the ones before those, not to mention the information provided in conference calls. Heaven forbid you come to this game late – the rules have already changed several times.
Granted, lots of things stay the same: a clean landing is still a clean landing, a straight freeleg is still a straight freeleg, and speed across the ice is still speed across the ice. I understand that most of these communications really are clarifications, not full-blown changes, and they’ve come about organically in response to new questions that have arisen on the technical panel at competitions since the big judging pow-wow in Frankfurt in July. And I understand that these clarifications are meant to help, but the incessant barrage is potentially discouraging.
I coach mainly Moves and Dance and, during the competitive season, I help out with the step sequences (a.k.a. footwork) of freestyle competitors. This season, the kids seem especially flummoxed. “Well,” they say to me, with resignation, “I’ll show you how it is now, but it’s probably going to change.” It bothers me to hear this from a skater in September because one of the greatest lessons I learned as a competitor was the importance of repetition. We did everything in our power to have our programs choreographed by the beginning of the summer so that, for the next 4-6 months we could train the exact steps, repeat them over and over again in order to achieve some semblance of perfection.
The step sequences have turned out to be a hotbed of controversy and a place where almost no one is getting the levels they’re aiming for. Maybe if skaters had more time to practice sequences with a static set of requirements, this wouldn’t be the case? Maybe the ISU could establish a deadline for themselves each season after which no more changes (or changes cloaked as clarifications) can be made?
I have other comments to make about the IJS, but I want to consult with my Astrologer, my Physicist, my Mathematician, and my Lawyer, first. Not to mention that I have to get another ream of paper and a new ink cartridge so I can print out the latest round of communications.
Check back next Tuesday when I’ll poke fun at something else.
Rink to Rink to Rink
September 14, 2007

Well, the fall schedule is underway. What this means to me and many coaches I work with is that, instead of commuting to one rink, we take our show on the road to several different rinks to get ice time and, often, multiple rinks in one day. I actually enjoy the change of scenery and the different set of faces in each location. Besides, it’s nice how the car ride in between provides a break longer than an ice cut, and a respite from the sound of my own voice. The problem is that the more places you have to be, the more logistics and complications you have to contend with. Over the years, I’ve been trying to streamline my schlep, or at least make it more entertaining. Here’s what I’ve found so far:
Transporting Tools of the Trade: Have you ever seen the clown act where he’s trying to carry an armful of balls? Every time he drops one and picks it up, another one falls and bounces away, culminating eventually in a maniacal juggling act. Until recently, this was pretty much my method of transport across rink parking lots around the county. Instead of colorful circus balls, I was juggling skates, rulebook, schedule, invoices, stereo, CDs, video camera, water, snacks, coffee, 15 layers of clothing (including hats, scarves, mittens, etc…)When I realized that this comedy routine was actually costing me lesson time, I knew I had to make some changes.
The most logical solution I could think of was to sprout a second set of arms. When that didn’t work, I tried to hire a packing mule or a sherpa to help, but all of the ones who came out to do a cost estimate refused to take on such a heavy load. Just when I started to memorize the whole USFS rulebook, so that I could carry at least one less thing around, I remembered that there was a brilliant invention called “the wheel.” I looked around me and noticed that, like our skaters, most of my colleagues already had luggage-type bags with wheels attached and I promptly copied them. This has made a world of difference.
Easy-Access Footwear: If only I had a nickel for every time I’ve laced and unlaced my skates. Occasionally, a bystander will marvel at how swiftly I do so. For example, like most coaches, I can walk through the rink’s front door 10 minutes after my students and still get on the ice before them. A cartoonist might depict this process as a tornado-like blur of hands, laces, cats, and dogs resulting in a perfect, giftwrap-worthy bow. But just because we’re speed-lacers doesn’t mean we should lace any more than absolutely necessary i.e. for that inferior form of footwear known as shoes. This is why I have switched almost exclusively to slip-ons. The infinite variations on the “clog” available today indicate that many people in our society, other than skating coaches, are interested in cutting this same corner. (By the way, one corner we should not cut is skipping taking off our skates altogether, however tempting. One of my intrepid colleagues put her guards on and drove from one rink to the other wearing her skates. Suffice it to say, this is not something she now recommends.)
Multitasking is Key: Thanks to the cell phone and of course hands-free technology, my car now serves as an efficient office on wheels. I check my voicemail, schedule lessons, field cancellations then try to reschedule lessons. Lots of coaches I know listen to music for programs while on the road. I’ve found, however, that it’s not a good idea to try and cut programs or choreograph them while driving, unless you’re stopped at a red light.
{I don’t know why this font is smaller!} Most importantly, I have embraced my car as the dining room that it is. I probably eat more meals in mine than I do in my house. I think I’m going to get a chandelier installed just to classy up the joint. Truth be told, the menu at this restaurant is hardly tantalizing. Name a basic finger food, and I’ve noshed on it while racing from one town to another: carrots, apples, grapes, and a whole myriad of nuts. I’ve purchased and devoured every variety of trail mix and nutrition bar sold on the east coast. Even if it’s not decadent, a small repast does nourish me and perks me up for the next round of lessons. In this way, I can convince myself that my mid-shift drive (even if it consists of dreaded bumper to bumper traffic) is not really a “commute,” but, more euphemistically, “snack time.”
Celebrate the Tax Break: It’s nice that rink to rink mileage is a tax write off, especially in light of current gas prices. I could just celebrate this every April 15, but I choose to watch my odometer all year, as closely as I used to watch the fireplace for Santa’s arrival at Christmas: each time it flips to a new number, I emit a little “woo hoo!” as if I’ve just received a little gift.
While I feel that I’ve made great progress in the above areas, I’m certainly open to any Rink to Rink suggestions you may have. Share your own experiences or observations by clicking on “comment” below. I’ll be posting something new every Tuesday (at least), so check back for further installments.
Coming up: This Sunday, I will be getting in my car/office/dining room and driving to Stamford, CT, for a PSA Nationwide Seminar. I will report on my revelations HERE.
Happy travels. And remember, laughter is the best (sports) medicine.
Why Write about Skating?
September 11, 2007

I have been involved in the sport of figure skating for 27 years. Math has never been my forte, but, with the help of my calculator, I have figured out that this is 77% of my life so far. Seems like the only thing I’ve been doing longer than skating is breathing.
Actually, what I’ve been doing for an equally long time is writing. These two pursuits – skating and writing – have long played a vicious game of tug-of-war in my life. (Oh, if only there were 25 hours in a day…) Recently, these two realms have stopped pulling away from each other and started to cohabitate more peacefully, within. What you are reading is a product of this new phenomenon.
A spate of personal hard knocks lately has prompted me to start the majority of my sentences with, “Life is too short to not…” This runs the gamut from “Life’s too short to not paint the walls of my bedroom Kermit green,” to, “Life’s too short to not suck the marrow out of every single waking moment.”Today? It’s, “Life’s too short to not write a blog.” So here is my first post.
To continue the earlier math problem…I have been coaching skating for 16 of those 27 skating years, which I’m surprised to write equals almost half of my life. The thing is, I had no intention of becoming a skating coach. And most people who knew me as a skater will attest to the fact that I didn’t seem particularly destined (or even remotely suited) for this career. Namely, I trudged through most of my training sessions only after a bout of kicking and screaming. Literally. When all that toiling didn’t pay off the way I felt I deserved – with fame, fortune, and, of course, an action figure in my likeness (complete with sequins) – I had a long list of other ways I was going take over the world.
It’s weird how people decide upon and settle into their professions. For a long time, I taught skating as a side dish to what was going to be the entrée of my life’s work. At a certain point, though, I realized that not only did this career make a lot of sense for me, but I really enjoyed it. I liked helping skaters learn new things, improve, and reach goals. The opportunity to have some kind of larger impact on a person’s development has turned out to be both thrilling and gratifying.
But this is a strange sport and a “unique” profession! To say the least. I feel compelled to examine the minutia of this wacky world and also ponder the bigger picture. I am a firm believer that writing is not only therapeutic but helps you to better understand that which confounds. I also believe that reading about common experiences (woo hoo, internet!) makes the universe a smaller, less overwhelming place. Finally, I believe that laughter is indeed the best (sports) medicine.
In future posts, I intend to explore subjects such as:
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The challenge of breaking in new skates when you don’t really skate anymore.
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The science of wearing exactly the right number of layers to avoid frostbite, yet still maintain the ability to move your limbs (at least enough to lift coffee cup to mouth).
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Group Lesson pedagogy with an emphasis on Snowplow Sam Three.
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Demonstration Anxiety: Do as I say, because I can no longer do.
So there you have it. I intend to post weekly, if not more. Thanks for reading.