Mike Kuchar Movies

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

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

...They had their source in tangled vegetable matter, countless rapes and invasions and enjoy good wine with the girls.

A mother and daughter, both dressed in "shocking pink", clash over men and money.

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

From the elephant house of Bronx Zoo to the eight story tall Tabonga Terrace apartments on Sedgwich Avenue, living Mammals scream for their place in...

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...

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

Four women in the throes of frustrated sexual desire. Not making fun of them but rather sending up the absurdities of passion and the ways in which...

Things "go bump in broad daylight" as archetypical characters romp about in a sunny forest...doll like things and beast men.

A 16mm black and white remake of an 8mm color film done years earlier, this time with students enrolled in a 'dramatic narrative' summer workshop....

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

"...Roy has set in and spread across the fabric of their lives."

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

A club for misfits who descend into a psychedelic underworld. Made at the San Francisco Art Institute.

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

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

Be careful when you go out into the surf in a skimpy thong... the current can be treacherous and turbulent as is the human heart!

In this summerland a path opens for Poets, Artists, ...and the 'Dreamer'.

Earth's "garden" is fragrant with temptations but has far too many "thorns". He got "stung" and fell...got up...and fell, again and again!