If Andy Warhol hadn't existed, someone in San Francisco would have invented him. The contempt for brand-name culture, the swaggering male bodies, the collapse of acceptable genre, the masquerade of celebrity: is that Warhol, or just run-of-the-mill Bay Area? New York had the Factory, we have the Mill. Progressing from the mid-fifties to the late-eighties, Todd Verow's (accidental) homage to Warhol, V Is for Violet, tells the story of a young gay hustler and a starlet. The frantic camera records many an attired woman and male physique, blasé in their posturing as they drift through thirty years of shifting mores. Azian Nurudin dons a blond wig and impersonates the maestro of mass culture in What Do Pop Art, Pop Music, Pornography and Politics Have to Do with Real Life? Cicciolina and Whitney Houston (played, respectively, by Clara Lusardi and Leslie Singer) have cameos on "Warhol's" cable talk show in this dissolving comic-doc that shows gender, race, and even art to be provisional. Based obliquely on Yoko Ono's book, Cecelia Dougherty's Grapefruit reconstructs often-ludicrous moments from the charmed history of John Lennon (played by none other than Susie Bright) and his paramour. An all-female cast makes this a gender-bending mockery of the Fab Four and their star-studded squabbles, an experiment in crippled nostalgia.-Steve Seid