Whitecoats: A Prescription for Laughter?

Alright, let’s dive into Whitecoats, eh? There’s something about those hospital comedies that makes me nostalgic for chickenpox-stricken days, cuddled up with a big blanket and some ginger snaps, watching reruns on those fat old televisions. Ah, the simpler times.

This flick stars the likes of Dave Foley, you know, that guy from Kids in the Hall, who somehow manages to blend shenanigans with stoic seriousness. And wouldn’t you know it, it’s directed by Dave Thomas—no, not the Wendy’s guy, the Canadian comedy legend.

The plot? A scrappy bunch of new doctors fumbling through their internships in a rundown hospital. Not too different from waiting in line at Systembolaget on a Saturday morning—chaotic, unpredictable, and maybe a bit surreal. It’s a mixed bag of giggles and groans, I say.

There was a point where I chuckled so much I nearly spilled my coffee. You know, there’s this scene where they try this outrageous medical procedure, and I was reminded of my cousin Lars who once tried to operate his old Volvo with duct tape and sheer optimism—didn’t end well, trust me.

But here’s the thing, while the humor’s all good and dandy, some jokes felt more forced than trying to get an IKEA sofa into a tiny elevator. Maybe it’s me, but it didn’t always hit the Svenska nerve, you know?

The film does shed light, albeit lightly, on the pressures young professionals face. And hey, who hasn’t felt a bit lost during their first job, sort of like finding out you’ve added salt instead of sugar to your kanelbulle dough.

Overall, Whitecoats is like a comforting bowl of Swedish meatballs—not gourmet, but still pretty satisfying. If you’ve got a soft spot for slapstick and friendly chaos, give it a go. Just don’t expect any revelations akin to Bergman’s monstrous dramas, alright?

Check the trailer below