It slips through the fingers. Its light, constantly shifting from one area to another as the wind beckons and the sun radiates. Beneath the sand however, is something entirely different. It isn't light, it isn't insubstantial, it isn't ever-present; it is something heavy, dark, and musty.
Like the tombs ridden with spiders, like the cities hidden with suspicious characters, like the islands overflowing with Nazis; Raiders of the Lost Ark thrives on secrets. The core of every Indiana Jones adventure is kept alive by history, and its reputation to cover up. Civilizations are lost, artifacts are misplaced, rumors and bedtime stories are spread; and as a result, history is perfect for providing the groundwork for an adventure film.…