One of the plot lines inside Quentin Dupieux’s “Reality” – if the word “plot” is not misleading when applied to this mind-melting and self-devouring film – is about an aspiring French filmmaker in America, who works as a cameraman on the most depressing cooking show in television history but dreams of directing a gruesome exploitation movie with a ludicrous premise. There may be an element of wry self-portrait at work here: Dupieux himself (who is also the electronic music artist known as Mr. Oizo) was born in Paris and now lives in Los Angeles, and first attracted the film world’s attention with “Rubber,” his 2010 movie about a killer tire spreading telekinetic carnage through the California desert.

A movie within a movie, inside a dream – and inside a hog – Quentin Dupieux’s “Reality” is a delirious head trip