USA,
1994, 75 min
Shown in 1994
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COMMENTS
Jon Moritsugu and Henry S. Rosenthal in person.The world of San Francisco filmmaker Jon Moritsugu is not for the timid, the conservative, or the culturally staid. But don’t let that scare you. Mod Fuck Explosion is really the story of two teens—London and her sort-of boyfriend, M-16—who are desperate to connect with the violent, crazy world that’s ablaze all around them. Their needs are simple; she wants a leather jacket, he wants a pistol, and both are anxious to lose their virginity. But urban life for the modern teen is no rose garden—it’s more like a nightmare vision of Gas, Food, Lodging. London’s mother is a pill-popping tramp who flirts with her own kids; London’s scooter-riding, mod gang-member brother can’t wait to “crack open some skulls” at the upcoming rumble with the rival “Jap biker” gang. The two gangleaders strut with gestures and dialogue exagerated past the point of acceptable absurdity. The girls talk about sex (“I’m his number one love gun!”) and the boys talk about fighting. Punk rock fills the soundtrack, titles fly atcha from the screen, and the angst is as red-raw as the garden of meat in one of London’s dreams. “Welcome to the shit generation,” London declares, “I am its mascot.” But for all its trouble and pain, Mod Fuck Explosion is also outrageous fun, and it never loses an understanding for the two kids at its core.