Don't even mention MacGyver in the same paragraph as That Book, that's hydrazone fuelled blasphemy of the nth order.
But no one claimed that everything MacGyver did was an actual thing, but you could believe it, and no one lectured you extensively on its scientific veracity. And MacGyver could knock up a contraption within five minutes of be locked up in a garage, he didn't take thirty pages of lumbering prose to get around to some contrived solution. Give him a potato, a drainpipe, and a fire extinguisher and you'd have one stunned villain within 30 seconds. Admittedly he's shows he's a Canadian by his unwillingness to use a gun. His highlighted mullet was a splendour for which we are not truly worthy. That was the Jesus haircut.
I also hated that my brief sortie into the early chapters of That Book made science look awesomely dull and that every scientist appears to have no inner life and thinks in dull American cliché. Oh boy, that sure was dull!