One of the things I love most about MacGyver (1985) is that we get a hero who gets to be bad at things sometimes. Little things, too: small, random human things.
He can’t cook. He hurts his hand when he punches people, and shuts his fingers in doors sometimes. He speaks a little of several languages, all with a terrible accent of which he is very conscious. He gets cranky when he’s tired. He hates heights. His home is a mess.
He’s a ridiculously talented agent with an incredibly impressive skillset but he never stops being human to be a hero. That man is going to save the world and then he is going to go home and make a terrible tofu casserole and it is exactly that combination that makes him one of my favorite characters of all time.
















