Mike Kuchar Movies

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...

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

The comings and goings of the late underground filmmaker, Curt McDowell—and the people and activities that came and went along with...

BIRD IN THE SKY is a gritty, poetic tale of a young man’s spiritual struggle on the streets of New York City. Rob has been given a second...

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

They wait for voices to reach them, touch them!

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

Two strippers decide a walk in the park might lift their spirits, which do get a big boost when they contemplate a park monument dedicated to sailors...

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

The stimulus for this dissertation on the reason behind the creative impulse is taken verbatim from an author's preface to his book.

A tender and realistic story of a scientist who falls in love with a mummy he has restored to life.

In March and April of 1966, Markopoulos created this filmic portrait of writers and artists from his New York circle, including Parker Tyler, W. H....

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!"

Writes Kuchar: "It's New York in the summer and I set out to track down some high school friends who have burrowed deep into the 'big apple.' The...

A "painter" casts out the demons that haunt his canvases and who creep into his bed at night.

Portrait of American filmmaker Mike Kuchar, shot in New York (United States of America) on December 2, 1988 at 7:30 PM.

A young man's struggle with his sexuality overtakes his life, driving him deep into his subconscious where guilt and fears of physicality chase him...

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

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

Two men and two women attempt to re-assemble the scattered pieces of life's puzzle.