Mike Kuchar Movies

A ripe lad embarks on a raw correspondence with his mirrored image, and thus: the dialogue is "fleshed out" to its full potential.

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.

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...

A "birthday boy's" poetic yearnings on paper translate into a quest for perfection."

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."

"No man can stay in bed forever...He must rise up; up the steep steps of perfection."

Green spills over purple ridges and into deep cut valleys. Blue surges up from rounds and hollows, blending with incandescent pink plains, revealing...

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...

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

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...

Obsessive desire can leave an indelible stain on its victim.

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

A moving tribute to New York icon Mike Kuchar, filmed on his last day before leaving Manhattan to relocate to San Francisco

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...

...Somewhere inside him something slumbers; the myths, the beliefs that flow, fuse and burn through him.

A young man yearns for a mysterious lover.

When the body's "primal" urges feel deprived in a "modern" age, a debate about "sex" and "love" ensues to resolve the question — perhaps even...

Armed with an overripe script and ample supply of false eyelashes and lip gloss.

The dialogue for this production, featuring Cupid, is taken from the pages of a personal diary found under a chair.

A lady alone amid the flowers of a garden becomes the target of mischievous elements therein.