Evel Knievel jumped over stuff with his motorcycle: cars, buses, water fountains. His crashes got much more attention than his successful jumps. When Knievel made it, it seemed almost too easy, too smooth. No, people watched to see if this time the guy was gonna die.

What is it about secret compartments that is so fascinating? Is it that they conceal something or is it the object that they hide? Probably a combination of both.

When my wife and I choose a video to watch on the weekend, my first thought is: does stuff explode? My second thought is – well, never mind that. Maybe my love of action and fireballs comes from watching shows like The A-Team. Or maybe it comes from playing with explosives.

For me, 1977 was the summer of Bruce Lee. He had died three years earlier but the myth of the man was strong. I remember the song "Kung-Fu Fighting" by Carl Douglas was still on the radio and Bruce Lee seemed to be everywhere: posters, lunch boxes, and of course in re-runs of his movies.