The team of Ferrell and Heder may not sound magical now, but there could be a day when they're as big as Crosby and Hope, Abbott and Costello, Siegfried & Roy, Milli Vanilli ... OK, forget that last pair, but you get the point.

All Will Ferrell and Jon ‘‘Napoleon Dynamite'' Heder need do is keep producing unexpected treats like ‘‘Blades of Glory,'' an often amusing send-up of figure skating that has them playing former rivals forced to team-up as the sport's first all-male pairs act.

Both are as absurd as they want to be; and that's pretty absurd, as they take on the utterly absurd world of competitive skating and all it's prancing, weeping and backstabbing.

While their suggestive nose-to crotch skating routines are no match for the nude wrestling bit in ‘‘Borat,'' they still draw their fair share of laughs whenever their hands or hips come in contact with the other's privates. I guess if you're going for the gold, you may as well grab some jewels, if you know what I mean.

Like those clever ads, ‘‘Blades'' benefits greatly from Speck and Gordon's knack for depicting physical comedy. And they couldn't have found a better pair of clowns to pull if off than Ferrell and Heder.

There's great chemistry between the two, as they heat up the ice as complete and utter opposites. Ferrell, of course, gets the showier role as the preening peacock, the self-diagnosed sex addict Chazz Michael Michaels, a hard-drinking and big-talking blowhard who used his skates to rise from ghetto to penthouse.

The only thing bigger than Chazz's ego is his ... er ... potbelly, which Ferrell never hesitates to use to great comedic affect when jammed into the most gaudy and flamboyant sequined costumes imaginable. He looks requisitely ridiculous.

As does Heder's Jimmy MacElroy, a child skating prodigy who mega-millionaire Darren MacElroy (William Fichtner) adopts and raises in opulence and privilege. Or I should say did, until the day Jimmy and Chazz received lifetime suspensions after brawling on the medal stand. After that, Jimmy was on his own.

So what's a spineless sissy boy whose Lady Di-locks cause Chazz to quip that he looks ‘‘like a 15-year-old chick'' to do? Heed the advice of his most obsessed stalker (Nick Swardson), of course. And that is to circumvent a loophole in the rules that allows banned skaters to compete in another category, like, say, pairs.

And why not do it with your worst enemy, as legendary coach, Coach (Craig T. Nelson in a fun send-up of his old TV persona), suggests? But can Coach keep Chazz and Jimmy from killing each other before their big debut?

Predictably, the two hiss and haw like brawling brothers, but Speck and Gordon don't do nearly enough with how the two overcome their conflicts. Instead, they and their herd of writers opt to play up a less interesting subplot in which the reigning brother-sister champs, the Van Waldenbergs (real-life husband and wife Will Arnett and Amy Poehler), plot to go all Tonya Harding on their new rivals' behinds.

Seldom, though, does the film leave you anything less than amused, and occasionally it even makes you laugh out loud. But don't kid yourself. ‘‘Blades'' is no ‘‘Borat.'' Not even close. Heck it's not even in the same league as ‘‘Wedding Crashers,'' but it is - relatively speaking - a bit of an icy refresher in a season when enjoyable comedies are about as rare as a quadruple axel.

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