Watching this film reminded me of the time I went to work for an interior design firm, right after having come off a three-month bare-bones trip through Central America (outfitted Indiana Jones-style, much like Hector is on his journey). It's true that some of the friendliest and happiest people I met during those travels were living with a severe lack of material comforts. Real joy seemed to flow from the connection of family and friends helping, respecting and honoring one another. Then I returned to the U.S., only to find myself catering to shallow impatient folks of considerable financial means (comparatively speaking) who could burst into tears and/or fits of rage if the particular shade of their wall color wasn't exactly as they had hoped for. Obviously there was much more underlying their HGTV-inspired psychodramas than the "crisis" of a questionable design choice. ("Transference" I think they call it?) Psychiatric consultation -- for both client and staff -- might've proved helpful, but as we had no "Hector" in our employ, this sense of privilege and entitlement reigned unfettered and I wouldn't remain long on that job. It really is a big disconnect to see people who have every creature comfort in the world -- for which they should be truly grateful -- find ever more creative ways to focus on being miserable, angry and joyless; as evidenced here in one sad homophobic reviewer's accusation of the film's "liberal social engineering." (Ha!) The insignificant little side note to which he makes reference -- Michael coming out to Hector -- must take up all of 20 seconds, if that . . . and, uh yeah, blink and you'll likely miss it! But how telling is it that there's not one whimper of "moral outrage" from our scandalized reviewer over the significant storyline involving a Chinese prostitute and Hector's attempt at cheating on his girlfriend with her! But watch someone do nothing more than TELL someone else they're gay and it's "Whoa! What an outrage! Stop the film!" Apparently this self-serving freedom to cherry-pick what's acceptably sinful is a hallmark of right-wing conservative propaganda. Lie, steal and cheat on your spouse? Hey, no problem! (Looking at you, #45.) However, loving someone of the same gender gets these emotionally fragile pseudo-moralists' panties in a twist. So what is it about our angry sad-sack culture that causes a person to take in all the varied elements of a two-hour film designed to make you think about the meaning of happiness, only to decide to get all agitated and unhappy by focusing on the one miniscule 20-second scene that doesn't fit within their narrow view of the world? Obviously there will be folks like that for whom the message of this film (and life) will continue to fly right over their heads, and they'll remain all the sadder and unhappier for it. But for the rest of us willing to throw off the myopic blinders of entitlement grousing, we can continue to learn how to celebrate one another and the bounty we share -- in all its glorious diversity -- and then, perhaps, discover happiness in the pursuit and embrace of such expansive awareness.