Med Revue had a shit ton of nudity. Like, an improbable amount of nudity. Acrobatic, proud nudity by most of the cast. My current running theory is that as med students they’re all very comfortable with the human body. And honestly, I was very comfortable with their human bodies. Nice work on the looking good, Med Revue.
It started with the band going OFF and they did not stop going off. Did we need to see the conductor enthusiastically grinding on his bassoon? I don’t know, but we certainly didn’t deserve it because it was magical. Another shout out to the trumpeter who had some MOVES whenever she wasn’t playing. The music in the show was damn tight, with a funny meta Mulan number, a phenomenally choreographed “Lives In You” song about bacteria, and a really fun song about allergies set to “Valerie”.
It wasn’t just the bacteria who were well choreographed, though: there was an incredible piece of contemporary dance done entirely to the sound of a racing heartbeat by four talented dancers that was so beautiful to watch. I nearly cried.
Pulse Fiction was very well directed. The opening video, where the cast danced at various points around the med school, was ridiculously well shot. Serious Wes Anderson shit, it was a fucking dream to watch. The flow of the sketches was great, the transitions were smooth, and the set was simple but effective.
Sketches were very well cast – a character piece about a North Shore woman going West was the highlight of the night due to a stellar performance by some bloody legend. A prostate exam sketch where the doctor covered himself in lube was expertly, painfully, wonderfully, drawn out by another fantastic performance. The monologue about having RAPPORT with patients was delivered precisely – every beat was hit.
I suspect that the RAPPORT joke is some kind of med reference that I, a lowly Arts kid, did not make the connection with, but the beautiful thing about this revue was that, even though it was rife with med references and jokes, it was accessible. Med students were killing themselves laughing over a recurring character’s obsession with ethics and conduct, but revue hacks were just as able to have a laugh at the performance itself.
The unlikely hero of this revue, however, was Cum Raptor, a joke that I would have cut out of any revue at so much as a mention, but thank fuck Med Revue kept him in because I just wanted that dick guzzling cum raptor to emerge at the end of every sketch. We could all stand to be a bit more like Cum Raptor. What a true blue Aussie hero.
