The Act is really amenable to dancing: the crowd appears to be a bit older but it has a more laid-back atmosphere enlivened by a seriously killer DJ. People who complain about this place need to take their hooker heels elsewhere, perhaps a place where spray tanned beefcakes with prickly shaved arms will wear sunglasses indoors.
Yes the place is a maze but it adds to the charm. We were looking for an exit but ended up in the bathroom, which was a lucky accident because we had to use it! The vibe is darker and sexier than any other club I've been to but it definitely works. After exclusively drinking Makers Mark all weekend, at the end of the night I made the critical mistake of slamming back some pink vodka crap proffered by a stranger (yes, I like to live on the edge) that effectively ruined it for me after the dancing had ended. But hey, at least I wasn't rufied.