Like room fans or vegetable peelers, flashlights are utilitarian things that are so common, you don’t realize you’ve been using a bad one until you discover a great one.
Before working at Wirecutter, I had used only two types of flashlights: the one on my phone, and thick rods hefty enough to double as a weapon. But my phone’s light is awkward to hold and mostly useful for squinting at a menu in a dim restaurant. I love the look of a D-battery-stuffed baton, but more than once I found myself acting like a doomed camp counselor in a scary movie, banging on the handle as the light flickered out.
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