I’ll shoot you straight—most of the content out there today is weaponized junk food for the brain.

Marvel flicks, once great, now more resemble a bad porn movie than great storytelling. TikTok dopamine drips, and a digital buffet of empty calories designed to keep you scrolling like a trained chimp on Red Bull.

But every once in a while, something rolls in like a rogue wave that slaps the boredom out of your skull and reminds you why we even bother with content in the first place.

Apple and Jason Momoa’s Chief of War is that rogue wave.

This isn’t just another “TV series.” This is blood, sweat, saltwater, and steel—a sprawling saga of the Hawaiian Islands that hits with the same primal force as James Michener’s Hawaii, a book I devoured as a kid while sailing the South Pacific on m

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