“Temple of Small Wishes” touch the commonality of ordinary life. We often forget the pleasure derived from meeting our basic needs. We take them for granted. But as trivial as shaving, indoor plumbing or comfortable napping, it is the universal desires all humans share. For some, they are the luxury of obliviousness. For others, they are out of reach. Roberts neither comments nor criticizes. Here, she simply paints the joy and enshrines such happiness so we all can embrace.
Yet the unflinching screen of Lawrence and his men on camels again pyramids are unequivocally epic and exotic. Apart from the gender inference, I see no difference, between an iconic silhouette from a classic movie and the imagined Re god light above the family cat, in their pursuit of a life larger than our own.