Mike Kuchar Movies

'Misery' doesn't like 'company' -- but 'company' does love a 'party', so come join in on a catastrophic celebration, and do 'hang on' tight --...

Mike Kuchar'ss lyrical portrait of everyday life, from making art to making love, all as the Vietnam War rages.

An angry trollop and a self-doubting college kid collide in his cramped apartment for an episode of claustrophobia and self-analysis.

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

A 'poet' and a 'painter' discover a malign muse, but their fear and anger keep them young.

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

An evocative 16mm short shot during a visit to Nepal.

Ripe fruit in sweaty socks; soft eyes, stained and suffering in the origin of consciousness, and a soul needing refrigeration, for it has nearly gone...

A vain, self centered mother competes with her daughter in the world of carnivorous men and sleazy movies.

'Misery' doesn't like 'company' -- but 'company' does love a 'party', so come join in on a catastrophic celebration, and do 'hang on' tight --...

The Shadow Glass is roughly based on Ewers' 'Student of Prague'. It concerns a young man who, feeling incapable of surmounting the harsh realities of...

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.

The movie takes a rather negative look at things despite the fact that it was shot in reversal film. It depicts the turbulent relationships of...

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

A series of vignettes illustrating sexual fantasies.

He hears the whispers of gargoyles in a hall of heavy stone.

A hell of a lot more of you through a keyhole!!

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

Childhood dolls and adult toys populate this moody yet picturesque lullaby.

A bunch of Punk Rockers puke up all sorts of stuff.