Belly Up to the Cybar

A frustrated filmmaker wants to help Web surfers cruise local clubs

A trio of young women in scanty club wear strides into a bar on Himmarshee Street in Fort Lauderdale. You know the drill: wine, women, and mangled renditions of Violent Femmes songs. You'd have to look long and hard to notice anything different about this scene, and even then you might miss the eight-by-ten-inch placard printed on black paper. It is a sign of the times, a warning to patrons that they may be filmed on the premises and that their likenesses may be used for promotional purposes., "the World's First Internet Nightclub Network," has arrived. All hope abandon ye who enter here!

In truth, comparing Fort Lauderdale's hectic Himmarshee Street to Dante's "Inferno" might not be fair. After all, to many in the crowd of tipsy twenty- and thirtysomethings that spill into the streets each week, the area's nightlife is a little slice of heaven.

With Gordon Scott Venters’s, nightclubbing in Fort Lauderdale could 
mean never having to say you’re sorry
Michael McElroy
With Gordon Scott Venters’s, nightclubbing in Fort Lauderdale could mean never having to say you’re sorry

And now, with the click of a mouse, you can visit these many levels of bliss or perdition while reclining in the cushiony comfort of your La-Z-Boy. The concept is simple, if a bit Orwellian: Homebodies log on to the Website to watch and interact with their clubgoing counterparts, who in turn can respond via a kiosk inside the club. Membership costs $9.95 and can be purchased at club kiosks or from the site itself.

"See them live!" exhorts the Cybars Website. "Meet them live!"

This see-or-be-seen venture is the vision of Gordon Scott Venters, who with his dark tan, bleached hair, and bundle-of-nerves demeanor, seems more like a rock guitarist than a dot-com CEO. He wears a trendy, bottle-green, uniform-style shirt with the name "Frankie" embroidered on the chest. "It's so hot," he moans, offering a soda. "I wore a suit yesterday. I just died."

Venters's family founded Magic Fingers, the famous massaging hotel beds. In 1992 he moved the company from Delaware to Florida, renamed it and turned the firm into, an entertainment holdings company with its sights set on the Internet.

Yet for all his Web intentions, Venters and company have another goal in mind. "We're really just frustrated filmmakers," he explains.

The source of their frustrations: a nonexistent movie titled Liberty City. In fact and the whole business is really in the service of getting Liberty City made. Promotional posters for the film hang on Venters's office wall, but all are mockups. A troubled production past has left Liberty City languishing as only a trailer and a much-delayed dream.

The project began as East of Overtown, a thriller set in Miami and based on the McDuffie riots of 1989. In December 1994, East of Overtown's collaborators, filmmaker Robert Ingria and musician Leo Casino, asked Venters to help them finance and distribute their project. Ingria joined the board of, which reconceived and retitled the film in 1996.

Though Casino later objected to the involvement of (see "There's a Riot Goin' On," January 15, 1998, Miami New Times), Venters says Casino has since come back to the fold, and the rights to make Liberty City are still for sale. Venters hopes to see the film's trailer play on the specially designed club video monitors that are part of, a related project he hopes will be to clubs what CNN is to airports. He pops a cassette of the trailer into the VCR, perches on the edge of a black leather couch, and grins at the images: "You'd pay $6 to see that, wouldn't you?"

But until Liberty City begins shooting, is Venters's main project, a service he says will help potential partyers decide what to wear, where to go, or whether or not to go out at all. To lure people to the site, he's plastered a few bumper stickers around town and has hired a digital photographer to circulate at clubs, snapping shots of the party people -- who must log on to the Website in order to view their photos. On the site a British-accented woman's voice breathlessly beckons visitors to sign up and view the action at the hottest clubs in town. Members can also type in a brief biography and sign up for an online dating service that has the advantage of being extremely local.

Club patrons will also be able to sidle over to a Cybars kiosk and check out who's checking them out. A sample kiosk that looks like a reconditioned arcade game sits in's purple-painted, warehouselike headquarters on Federal Highway in Fort Lauderdale. Venters says he plans to make it more interactive, maybe add a flashing light to indicate to passersby that someone watching wants to contact them.

No doubt the kiosks face competition from the bars' tangible features -- like, say, actual people and booze. So far one of the few working kiosks in town isn't getting much play. "I didn't see it used that much, but maybe it's because it's in the corner," observes Mike Buchinski, general manager of Stereo, a nightclub on SW Third Avenue.

Venters concedes that in-club kiosks aren't expected to be a big draw: "It's the lonely-person box," he says with a shrug.

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