If you’ve been a fan of the Mac during the past decade, you’ve probably felt like a kid who had been an only child until their parents surprised everyone by having a baby late in life. But, this wasn’t just any new baby. The little wunderkind went on to become a straight-A student, a sports star and a decent human being loved by everyone in the community. Every once in a while, people remember that the kid has an older sibling — who they admit is pretty cool, too. That’s the Mac.
The Boysbenefits from a strong cast, what had to have been a large budget, and a tone that confidently bounces between horror and humor. “What if superheroes were bad?” isn’t exactly a new idea, but this is one of the best mainstream takes on the idea I’ve ever seen.
Not only did the season wind up being a strong argument that a show like this can continue with a new host, but it also almost became an argument for changing hosts as the first, not the last, option for shows that have grown stale. I surprised myself with my affection for it and certainly with my affection for Siriano, not my favorite back when he was a contestant.
Danny Boyle‘s musical fairy tale about a world without the Beatles, in which an indie rocker brings them back, is really a fantasy of rebooting the Beatles. It’s cute and watchable, but it lacks the magic of discovery.
On Wednesday night, a group of friends and I gathered to spark a revolution. We were playing Comrades, a tabletop RPG that puts its players in the shoes of leftist activists fighting for their causes.
I make it no secret that I am a socialist. That’s right! I’m the political dissident the President is warning you about! Sometimes, my dangerous friends and I gather to play tabletop games. When writer William Akers sent me an advance copy of his new game Comrades, which will launch its Kickstarter campaign next Wednesday, I knew that I had to try it.
THE FIRST INSTALLMENT of Marlon James’ Dark Star trilogy tests the reader’s commitment. “The child is dead. There is nothing left to know.” Of course, that’s not entirely true—620 pages follow. James, a deft stylist with a taste for violence and grand revelation (just look to his Man Booker Prize–winning historical saga, 2014’s A Brief History of Seven Killings), is something like an orchestrator when it comes to inverting any expectations a reader might bring to his work.