Every now and again you stumble across something that's life changing. A song or album by a band, a movie even. Something that had previously flown under your radar. And it's something that's potentially life-changing. It's something that alters your perception and has the ability to change the way you think about art. Jon Moritsugu's Mommy Mommy, Where's My Brain is high visual art. You'd have to compare it to those old 60's Andy Warhol Velvet Underground films that were projected on the band. It's unlike anything you may have seen before. Great art should make you wanna smash things--keeping you up all night for days on end not allowing you the ability to escape it. Great art should make you wanna go grab your girlfriend or boyfriend and fuck them out in the middle of the crowded city street. Moritsugu is great art.
The MTV generation has been ripping-off Moritsugu's visual aesthetic now for the better part of a two decades. The title sequences of his films alone mark a visual precedent. Since Mommy Mommy, Where's My Brain, Jon Moritsugu has gone on to make several low budget lo-fi highly visual indie features. Films like Scumrock (2002), Terminal USA (1993) and Mod Fuck Explosion (1994) have all gone stealth on the public's radar since their release to a certain point. They're championed in the cult scene and highly praised in art house and film geek circles as well. Moritsugu should be a household name.