Is it fair to assume that Rihanna’s new Reb’l Fleur perfume ad suggests that if you buy it, you might one day have a really fabulous break with reality? One spritz of RiRi’s smell water and you’ll find yourself frolicking with bird people, catch glimpses of a deformed man-beast (we’re not the only ones that see those super long arms, right?) and traveling to the edge of sanity, only to get groped by hot people who may or may not even be there. Hmm, we think we’ve already seen this film, except it started Natalie Portman, had way fewer tiny hats and featured the exact right amount of Mila Kunis.
Rihanna’s new scent might not exactly cause you to imagine you’re growing wings or make you crush your mom’s hand with rage, but it does strike a nice balance between the panting sensuality of, say, Beyonce’s perfume ad, and the outright terror of Lady Gaga’s blood and semen scent. We might even call it perfect, if we weren’t too afraid it would turn us into demonic flamingo ladies.