Mike Kuchar Movies

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

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

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

A ritualistic mood piece with colour-rich images

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

Something lies yet unwritten within a poet who lost that 'spark' of having been born brand new onto a sacred stage.

He felt both dead and alive... having 'died' and having come back to the space of his 'living.'

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

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!"

Like all Men, he struggles against his nature.

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 naughty romp that is bare, brazen, and "black and blue" too, featuring a playpen of playthings that go on an erotic rampage."

Once upon a time in the shelled carcass of a man, the Phoenix will rise and fall... and RISE and FALL!

Obsessive desire can leave an indelible stain on its victim.

A brief interview with Johnnie Didge followed by a demonstration/performance.

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...

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

A "grand dame's" delirious daydream blooms like a voluptous blossom in spring.

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