The filmmaker Camera Obscura directed this half-baked SF fantasy about a world where fruit is precious enough to be used for money and people live substitute lives by plugging virtual-reality chips into their goggles; the main character is a woman who seeks a chip substitute for her husband after he dies by autoerotic asphyxiation. Ms. Obscura’s jerky intercutting of reality and virtual reality gives a good sense of a life that’s lost any coherence, but her attitude toward the material seems uncertain. The black-and-white images of reality are often static tableaux, at once strangely seductive and uncinematic, while the color video of virtual reality is ugly, and it’s not clear that this difference means anything. On the same program, Sex and Violence by Bill Plympton.