Mike Kuchar Movies

High above the far horizon, a beacon burns cold, bright and calm.

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...

Commissioned to be a "promo" for a loud punk rock band, Mr. Kuchar feared that the noise the band made would spoil the mood of his visuals, so he...

In the depths of night lurks a beautiful fever that heats a man's blood.

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

A rose scented breeze enters a young man's, winding its cool arms around him... Together they will roam the darkness of his life.

He is mute flesh that the stroking of fingers can bring to sing.

The film combines teenage lust and deranged delinquency to create a cautionary tale for the ages.

Secret number... secret shape... knower of the secret name... God of the realm of night - I summon you, 'Son of Sin'... arise!

A contemplative, static walk in the woods.

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

Waiting to die and waiting to live is the same thing to him that chants: "Let me not be mad... let me not be MAD... LET ME NOT BE MAD!"

A bunch of Punk Rockers puke up all sorts of stuff.

He made some 'love'....where has it all gone? --Mike Kuchar

[A] cautionary tale about past-their-prime thespians caught up in a typically Kucharian vortex of madness. - Anthology Film Archives

Sort of a portrait of the videomaker Anne McQuire, who surfaces midway from this waterlogged landscape of El Nino disasters to dispense charm and...

Lost film featuring vignettes of individual couples in a bathtub

Green spills over purple ridges and into deep cut valleys. Blue surges up from rounds and hollows, blending with incandescent pink plains, revealing...

“PEED INTO THE WIND smears across the screen like one of those dirty underground comic books. It’s loaded with a lot of big scenes and...

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