Marc Hirsh
Marc Hirsh lives in the Boston area, where he indulges in the magic trinity of improv comedy, competitive adult four square and music journalism. He has won trophies for one of these, but refuses to say which.
He writes for the Boston Globe and has also been spotted on MSNBC and in the pages of Amplifier, the Nashville Scene, the Baltimore City Paper and Space City Rock, where he is the co-publisher and managing editor.
He once danced onstage with The Flaming Lips while dressed as a giant frog. It was very warm.
-
On Thursday night's Daily Show, Christopher Walken told Jon Stewart about his theory that Queens is full of retired cops who can dance. and Stewart laughed gamely ... for the second time.
-
Marc Hirsh looks at the direction of the Fox comedy and wonders: why can't it leave well enough alone? Or, in fact, leave anything alone? -
Marc Hirsh argues that the Best New Artist award, the kids' table of the Grammys, ought to go the way of the dodo bird, for everyone's sake and everyone's sanity. -
There aren't all that many shows on television that are nice to nerds. But Parks And Recreation embraces its grown-up enthusiasts, whether they're into board games, Game Of Thrones, or dressing like Batman.
-
Marc Hirsh marks the 25th anniversary of the great bad-movie snark-off by taking an unpopular opinion about two poor fellas who got stranded in space playing with robots. -
Marc Hirsh explains why, even though he loves good television and good writing, he's ignoring the avalanche of Breaking Bad coverage until the show ends. -
The band's new box set, Made in California, has critic Marc Hirsh thinking again about a group whose legend never made sense to him. -
The Voice returns tonight with two new coaches, while The X Factor will return in the fall minus three familiar faces. But only one of the shows is in trouble. -
With the departure of Ben & Kate, television loses one of its few comedies whose characters — gasp! — like one another. -
As The X Factor whittles its contestants down to the top 16, one type of song has become triumphant: the slow, sad ballad.
