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While pretty much every club in Hollywood worth a paparazzi's flashbulb is zigging towards the ultra-exclusive (and once those IMDb-checking stations are installed at their doors, it's only going to get worse) , the crazy nightlife iconoclasts behind the new Red Buddha Lounge are zagging towards—gasp! the horror! what about the children?!—inclusiveness:

"Everyone's trying to be exclusive right now," says owner Gianni Capaldi. "We want to be the place you go when you just want to have a good time, where you feel invited without any of the hassle."
Hollywood's boomtown status has led to dozens of new nightclub openings, and many more are on the horizon. People have more options than ever, but depending on what night you hit the town, you'll find yourself standing in line, going face-to-face with a clipboard-toting fascist.
Not at the Red Buddha.
"I've been here eight times," says Julian Pagano, an actor and filmmaker originally from New York. "I never have any problems getting in, and they make a point of remembering you, which makes you want to come back..."

How can these nightclub Flat Earthers possibly survive when they deny their patrons the accepted admissions gauntlet? People expect, even welcome, the initial "clipboard-toting fascist" denial, the ineffectual name-dropping of a promoter, producer, or walk-on sitcom role, the re-checking of the list (with requisite, humiliating page-flipping, finger-scanning, and "I'm not seeing you...what's your name again?" mumbling), the ego-nullifying pleading, and, finally, the grudging fellation of the doorman. It's only after this time-honored purification ritual is performed in its entirety can the club-goer fully enjoy an evening waiting to use a bathroom stall in which Lindsay Lohan and two of her new best friends are "helping each other urinate."