The Scrubs reboot opens with a code blue. A man’s heart has stopped beating after he’s shot and is taken into the hospital on a gurney. Blood gushes from his wound. The scene is dark and intense as JD, Zach Braff’s doctor, works to save his life, cracking ribs and clamping bleeders. Watching this, I wonder for a split second whether the makers of Scrubs 2.0 have reinvented the medical comedy in favour of something more serious and stoic like HBO’s The Pitt. Then a dance party breaks out.
Phew, I think, as confetti cannons go off and a comatose patient suddenly wakes up and waves around a giant foam finger – the scene growing more silly and stupid by the second. Sixteen years may have passed but this is Scrubs as we once knew it: ridiculous and committed to the bit. This, reassuringly, feels like the Scrubs of yore.
