Mike Kuchar Movies

A documentary portrait of filmmaker George Kuchar conducting a tour of his apartment where he displays memorabilia and his toys which were used for...

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...

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

A rose scented breeze enters a young man's, winding its cool arms around him... Together they will roam the darkness of his life.

Paint drips and body fluids ooze in this "tell all" and "hide nothing" documentary about two San Francisco males.

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

A ripe lad embarks on a raw correspondence with his mirrored image, and thus: the dialogue is "fleshed out" to its full potential.

His love of Heaven's virtues could not prevent a hunger for God's enticing creatures.

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

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

He peels away layers of secrets to you for what you are, and he likes scars because they tell stories.

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...

...Somewhere inside him something slumbers; the myths, the beliefs that flow, fuse and burn through him.

One's "softest parts" are "scooped out and eaten alive".

With lashings of humour and affection, this much-loved filmmaker and his students create a wonderful journey from the chaos of hell to the paradise...

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

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

In this dream-portrait, Mike Kuchar floats through his memories as the sea, space and sky drift past. Wrapped in odd costumes, he frolics with the...

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

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