Mike Kuchar Movies

This outdoor meditation is drenched with sunlight, carressed by breezes and blessed with a young man who discovers his special "role" in Time's...

Corruption of the Damned might seethe with violence and sex, the two most attractive things you can put on the screen, but beneath them a twisted...

"Devils"..."Angels," when they sleep they dream not of Heaven, but of us. —Mike Kuchar

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

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

"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....

In March and April of 1966, Markopoulos created this filmic portrait of writers and artists from his New York circle, including Parker Tyler, W. H....

A kaleidoscopic concoction done with improvising actors.

Many a man has tried to leave the prison of his hide; it's no "paradise" living in skin!

Four women in the throes of frustrated sexual desire. Not making fun of them but rather sending up the absurdities of passion and the ways in which...

His written letters will fade at the first light; if indeed he is dreaming the world!

In the serene zone between twilight and dawn, a lullaby of thoughts floats beneath a blanket of stars.

Dialogue taken from the Bible is put in the mouths of three souls in a modern apartment, who must deal with a "fall from grace."

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

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

They wait for voices to reach them, touch them!

In shimmering rainbow hues, iridescent as the aurora borealis, this meditative presentation contemplates the mechanics inside existence. You’ll...

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

"...will somebody lend him their sins, because his old worn out ones have become tiresome."

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...