Mike Kuchar Movies

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

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...

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...

A girl with two male companions in a room is a space where the mind's eye wanders!

Masked men prowling in the bushes and not touching anything but satin, dandelions and flesh.

Blue skies, babbling brooks, and a big book in a field full of flowers is the departure point for this video.

He made some 'love'....where has it all gone? --Mike Kuchar

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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

Nymphs and Satyrs are conjured back into activity when poetry is recited and fluffy clouds sail above the contemporary, domestic landscape.

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

A youth wanders the landscape of grass and sky in search of puzzling impulses.

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

He sighs for strange and hidden cities whose walls are pink stone, inlaid with opals, ebony and silver, and for altars where the body is worshiped...