A rich house in the suburbs, family, a successful career and the American Dream shines in golden, fancy the wrapping. The Sam Mendes but gets the camera, scratches valuable latent happiness coating to reveal the rotten contents of giving off the stench of fulfillment, and the incompleteness of misery, loneliness. The voice of Lester Burnham leads us from beyond the last months of a life enslaved. His first shot, his first words are introduced into an almost sapounoperiki rather ironic, surely tragic story: "Look at me, masturbate in the bathroom ... This is the highlight of the day, from now on everything is a slippery slope." The story of Alan Ball endoscopes in the microcosm of a handful of people with sometimes comic, sometimes dramatic mood, somewhere on the edge trying to discern a drop of beauty in the simplest things. As refined counterpart of Happiness Todd Solondz, its own universe is possessed of perverse obsessions but not by the hardness of the images, but focuses on a desperate attempt to ascent to the surface for a breath of fresh air that inevitably leads to drowning, the whispering apt tag line: The beauty often dazzles ... look better.