In the 1970s, hair was big, and very important. Suits were very colorful and mostly men broadcast the news. Of all those facts, the one man who embodied them all was Ron Burgundy, hilariously played by Will Ferrell. A stellar journalist? No, but a trusting face and authoritative voice and excellent teleprompter reader to be sure. A collection of traits he translated into 5 Emmy awards for broadcast excellence. His single handed strangle hold as the number one anchorman in the market was tested with the hiring of the ambitious and beautiful Veronica Corningstone played solidly by Christina Appelgate.

Will Ferrell is kind of a hard comedic actor for me to categorize. He’s not manic like Robin Williams; he’s not politically scathing like a Chris Rock and he’s definitely couldn’t be considered urban or hip like a Martin Lawrence. Where Ferrell excels in my opinion is his earnest approach. He delivers hilarious, fictional, and absurd lines as if they were black and white concrete facts and he literally throws himself into physical comedy with aloofness that boosts the laughter response.

This movie had some moments where you questioned if what you saw was supposed to be funny. It had some moments where what they tried were not funny at all. There were a few hard to follow moments in there as well. Then there were moments that were out loud hilarious. Basically, this was a 90-minute Saturday Night Live skit, which isn’t surprising seeing how the director is an ex-writer for the show. This movie didn’t much have a point other than to make fun of the 70s and make the audience laugh. There are some cameos in this one as well, and while they didn’t all make sense, they did elicit the laughter it was going for. That, pretty much, describes this theatrical experience. Where sense isn’t to be made, a good laugh is.