People call Superamas a dance company, but the collective—based in Paris and Vienna—is really a pop-culture clusterfuck. Its BIG, 3rd episode (Happy/End) is a package of despair, wrapped in gold lamé. Its disjoined scenes include excerpts from Sex in the City, four jackasses rehearsing "Smells Like Teen Spirit," an orgy, men in a gym quoting Derrida, and many bared breasts. It drips with sex—cold, cynical sex—and hides venomous fangs beneath its smiling, glossy lips. (On the Boards, 100 W Roy St, 217-9888. 8 pm, $24. Through Sept 20.)