But all isn't as perfect as it seems, as indicated by some sinister sipping.
Before we know it, perfectly good vases are being shattered in spectacular fashion.
Intimate bedroom shots indicate that trouble is a-brewin'.
Glamorous sobbing enters the picture and tears have never looked so damn fierce.
Things escalate. Dramatic deaths occur near fancy vintage automobiles.
All the while, the blonde antiheroes move with a vigor that suggests "it's my life, don't you forget" and "I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream".
Moreover, we learn this is a dangerous and seductive pattern. There have been men before, and there will be men again. And they will all undergo the same fate.