You knew that not everything was right behind the set's picket fences when a rising cloud revealed two atomic reactors and a woman with her legs tied literally turned herself upside down to "walk." She ended headfirst in a stack of pancakes, and that was just for starters. In this world of superficial prettiness flowers stuffed in mailboxes, glittery party dresses tomboys get beaten up and toothy housewives are indeed desperate.
The dancing was appropriately stiff-legged and fractured, full of moments infused with a dogged persistence. It spoke volumes about discomfort within one's skin, if not outright self-hatred. And all of it was presented with pasted-on smiles.