Preceded by short: Caddy (Emily Breer, Joe Gibbons, U.S., 1997). It's a sunny day on the green and Iggy Pop is about to tee off. (1 min, 3/4" video, From the artists)Fame used to be the payoff for talent. But as of late, it has broken loose and become a free-floating end in itself. In his trashy new triptych Fame Whore, mockmeister Moritsugu pricks the pointless pursuit of notoriety. Two insufferable guys play bookends to the collapsing story of Sophie (Amy Davis), an ambitious artiste driven by a maniacal Me-ness equalled only by her meanness. On one end is the sniveling Jody George (Peter Friedrich), bad boy of the tennis court whose philandering appetite is matched by his bloated ego. On the other end is the self-effacing George (Victor of Aquitaine), a dog pound worker who's almost erased himself from view. Darkly comic, the male episodes are perfect foils for the shrill antics of Sophie, whose only recognizable talent is monotonous self-promotion. Her company, It'sAllAboutSophie Productions, says it all. Davis's whiny, relentless performance is absolutely grate. Not to be overlooked is George's companion, a giant talking St. Bernard who mistakes his desk for a litter box. Best Picture award at the N.Y. Underground Film Festival.-Steve Seid