Mike Kuchar Movies

(1959) Color, Sound, 25 min.

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

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

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

A visit with the inimitable Mike Kuchar.

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...

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

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.

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

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...

An hour-long saga of Mick Terrific, rock 'n' roll star, and the cast of 50 he encounters on his search for "Mr. Wonderful." “PEED INTO THE...

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

"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....

Sex, sleaze, drugs, blood, and much, much more!

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

Based on a short story by Charles Bukowski from the collection "Tales of Ordinary Madness."

With lashings of humour and affection, this much-loved filmmaker and his students create a wonderful journey from the chaos of hell to the paradise...

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

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 rhythmic flow of image with sound, weaving a mood suspended in time.