Mike Kuchar Movies

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...

Artists with brushes need light to paint a picture, but human feelings function just as well in the dark.

A wide-ranging look at pictures I collect on my walls and in my head. A look at pictures I concoct with my students at the San Francisco Art...

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...

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

"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....

"...Deep in the garden of the Artist's heart, ghosts of bygone worlds arise on gothic wings, calling forth delicious languors."

A cavalcade of characters in conflict with consciousness is conjured up within the confines of Studio 8 at the San Francisco Art Institute and...

Dan Carbone sings Debbie and the Demons

Amid the silence of a pastel hued room, a soul, fully-fleshed, gathers secrets whispered by the moon over his cool bedsheets.

A House Wife's hum-drum world dissolves away into a thorny Passion Play of miraculous visions.

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

An early masterpiece by Mike Kuchar, in which Babette tells all, leaving no turgid stone unturned.

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

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

A naughty romp that is bare, brazen, and "black and blue" too, featuring a playpen of playthings that go on an erotic rampage."

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

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

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