Mike Kuchar Movies

A rhythmic flow of image with sound, weaving a mood suspended in time.

A "birthday boy's" poetic yearnings on paper translate into a quest for perfection."

Ripe fruit in sweaty socks; soft eyes, stained and suffering in the origin of consciousness, and a soul needing refrigeration, for it has nearly gone...

An insane, deformed killer stalks the grounds of a resort house, bringing sudden violence to those of easy virtue and godlessness.

In this dream-portrait, Mike Kuchar floats through his memories as the sea, space and sky drift past. Wrapped in odd costumes, he frolics with the...

Once upon a time in the shelled carcass of a man, the Phoenix will rise and fall... and RISE and FALL!

'Misery' doesn't like 'company' -- but 'company' does love a 'party', so come join in on a catastrophic celebration, and do 'hang on' tight --...

The stimulus for this dissertation on the reason behind the creative impulse is taken verbatim from an author's preface to his book.

His love of Heaven's virtues could not prevent a hunger for God's enticing creatures.

A "painter" casts out the demons that haunt his canvases and who creep into his bed at night.

"Curt McDowell's NUDES (A Sketchbook) is a paean to the filmmaker's closest friends: a series of portraits (beginning with one of George Kuchar)...

A "grand dame's" delirious daydream blooms like a voluptous blossom in spring.

The dialogue for this production, featuring Cupid, is taken from the pages of a personal diary found under a chair.

They wait for voices to reach them, touch them!

A hell of a lot more of you through a keyhole!!

The windy adventures of a dog in a sea of grass beneath blue skies.

Paint drips and body fluids ooze in this "tell all" and "hide nothing" documentary about two San Francisco males.

He peels away layers of secrets to you for what you are, and he likes scars because they tell stories.

Big…Rousing…Memorable! The incredible war saga of our own boys in a Jap-infested jungle in the Botanical Gardens. Hear Lloyd Thorner...

Offer a pagan god only simple flowers of spring and the sparkling diamonds and opals of morning dew strung on the threads of the spider... and fear...