It pains me to have to pin this one down, since it's equally easy for me to imagine someone having a 5-star as a 1-star experience at Rain. So here's a menu of ratings depending on who you are and what you're looking for:\n\n5*, if you're in the mood for liquid dancing at LV's best rave, headlined by roughly monthly appearances by larger-than-life Perfecto ringleader Paul Oakenfold.\n\n4*, if you're here on a summer Sunday afternoon for the Cinevegas awards ceremony to hear Trevor Groth, Dennis Hopper and other rockstars of the independent film movement talk about cinema on the edge.\n\n3*, if you're staying at the Palms, played blackjack way later into the night than you said you would, and just couldn't be bothered to jump in a cab to Tao or XS, so you've convinced yourself that the flame throwers and acrobatics are what you really need in a club.\n\n2*, if you trekked out from the strip w/o making sure your door situation was handled and you now find yourself waiting in line on the floor of the not-entirely-classy Palms casino.\n\n1*, if you're partisan to the plush, homey, living-room ultra-lounge coddling that popped up in NYC's meatpacking district a decade ago (http://www.yelp.com/biz/apt-new-york), in LV courtesy of Steve Wynn and Victor Drai (http://www.yelp.com/biz/tryst-las-vegas), and just recently in LA (http://www.yelp.com/biz/my-house-los-angeles-4). Rain is more like an industrial warehouse, save the 1984 book-burning goth hipsterness of the one on La Cienega that Lenny Nero crawls into in Kathryn Bigelow's chef d'oeuvre Strange Days.