Mike Kuchar Movies

Masked men prowling in the bushes and not touching anything but satin, dandelions and flesh.

Mike Kuchar'ss lyrical portrait of everyday life, from making art to making love, all as the Vietnam War rages.

He felt both dead and alive... having 'died' and having come back to the space of his 'living.'

There was plenty of fruit growing in Eden; mangos, pears, oranges...why did Eve have to pick that Apple!

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

Like ships in a harbor, men come and go in relationships. But, as one character says to another character who is heartbroken: "You sucked enough...

Enter a shimmering forest and encounter the Pot Boiling turbulence of pre-history tribes in conflict. See sacrificial virgins, volcanoes, knife...

...They had their source in tangled vegetable matter, countless rapes and invasions and enjoy good wine with the girls.

A short film by George Kuchar.

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

A topsy-turvy romp.

A broken god on the stone slab in a desert, waiting for "he" that will dig for him; wipe the sand from his handsome face.

A music-filled tour of Christmas good cheer overtakes this gastronomically oriented excursion through the winter season of discontent and yuletime...

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...

"A Tub Named Desire," the first movie with Donna Kerness, does not exist anymore, except for one 8mm print that was in George Kuchar's possession....

"...Roy has set in and spread across the fabric of their lives."

Things "go bump in broad daylight" as archetypical characters romp about in a sunny forest...doll like things and beast men.

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

A 16mm black and white remake of an 8mm color film done years earlier, this time with students enrolled in a 'dramatic narrative' summer workshop....

This breezy and flamboyant essay about an afternoon rendezvous is pure candy for the eyes.