“Booty call” has entered Webster’s Dictionary of the New Millennium: It’s defined as “a telephone call made to arrange a sexual rendezvous,” and its presence there is proof positive that we’re living in the future. Who imagineered the term? That illustrious credit goes to Bill Bellamy, the actor/comedian who turned…

The “struggling actress” is an old, anemic, American myth. David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive transmogrified the cliché into a multi-faceted mindfuck. Hollywood Dreams (2006), an independent film by Henry Jaglom now playing in South Florida, trots it out as a parody of the movie industry. A gawky Iowan girl packs her…

It was of one of man’s first utterances, a cry for father. It began its professional career in 1916 as the beloved sobriquet and rallying shriek of a cabaret act in Zurich; and in 1999, it entered retirement in South Florida as a restaurant: “Dada.” Hip and artsy as it…

The Abrahamic God may discriminate between the blessed and the damned, but the Steel Jackhammer Club and Video Lounge will be making no such distinction during its fifth anniversary celebration, dubbed “Saints and Sinners” (1951 NE Ninth Ave., Fort Lauderdale). The genesis story leading up to this celebration is as…

Punk rock has slackened on both the “punk” and “rock” fronts as of late: eye-lined prissiness has usurped punk attitude and the rock has turned into silly-putty. But Boys Night Out is no shrill megaphone for emo-boy distress. Guitarist Jim Davis puts straight-from-the-heart music before moneymaking and a marketing strategy:…

In the tiny Himalayan kingdom of Bhutan, visitors to monasteries are blessed with a bop on the head from a wooden phallus. According to myth, a long-dead saint cockslapped evil spirits into submission, and ever since the penis has stood, as it were, as a divine symbol. Here in America,…