Mike Kuchar Movies

They wait for voices to reach them, touch them!

One's "softest parts" are "scooped out and eaten alive".

A trip to Boston to visit a local filmmaker in his studio is followed by a journey to the cinematic facilities of SUNY College in Purchase, NY, and...

A kiss can be devine or demonic. A kiss can change your life...alter it.

Two souls, one aged, the other young, contemplate flowers, fairies and earthbound angels sent to tempt and tease.

In this thespian workout, a troop of stage actors improvises within a kaleidoscopic zone of warped spaces.

Videomaker and spoken word performer David Finkelstein sleepwalks down into subconscious corridors.

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...

“I shall walk softly on the Earth but make the footprints deep”. A young man contemplates the inevitable passing of time, and the...

Part three of Mike Kuchar's Heat Rash: This audio, visual laxative empties the mind of inhibitions to allow the spectator entrance into the whirlpool...

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

...It was time to chase One's shadow back into sunlight. -Mike Kuchar

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!"

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

Two earthbound bodies soul-surf into a new age of enlightenment.

(1962) Color, Sound, 9 min.

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

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.

From here to there.