Lawrence of Arabia was meant be seen on the big screen; this middling ethnography spoof of how young L.A. singles hook up is ideally suited to download on your new KRZR—both in size and viewing increments. Two narrators expound upon “formulas and paradigms that can be followed to achieve the maximum fun with the least stress.” The dry narration barely strings together vignettes of the courtship rituals of the Silverlake set. Thus the botched coke deals, the horndog’s desperation at last call, desultory predawn after-parties, how to finesse a bouncer, how to hold a girl’s hair while she’s vomiting in the alley, how to pretend you’re gay (a “fauxmosexual”) to hit on straight women at the disco, etc. The laughs are about as random as in any generation’s topical goof-athon (Kentucky Fried Movie perhaps established the genre); the most effective bit is the scientists in their white lab coats who observe and experiment (even giving lab rats their own disco ball and drip feeder full of Stoli). But the key word is bit. Paul Sapiano’s debut film has no cinematic value (though the May DVD will probably become a dorm-room staple), but the funny graphics and occasional bursts of animation indicate that YouTube and cell phone videos are now getting the auteurs they deserve.