Mike Kuchar Movies

Sort of a portrait of the videomaker Anne McQuire, who surfaces midway from this waterlogged landscape of El Nino disasters to dispense charm and...

Although too long by half, this documentary is subtitled "A Trip Through Lotti's Life" and that is essentially what it is. Although done in a style...

"No man can stay in bed forever...He must rise up; up the steep steps of perfection."

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

Relationships don't end... they linger like ghosts.

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

Green spills over purple ridges and into deep cut valleys. Blue surges up from rounds and hollows, blending with incandescent pink plains, revealing...

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

Childhood dolls and adult toys populate this moody yet picturesque lullaby.

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

High above the far horizon, a beacon burns cold, bright and calm.

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

Two city dwellers in a relationship grown "tired," are near a deep forest where one hears the lure of Pan's Pipe calling.

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...

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

Like ships in a harbor, men come and go in relationships. But, as one character says to another character who is heartbroken: "You sucked enough...

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

Dan Carbone sings Debbie and the Demons

"A Tub Named Desire," the first movie with Donna Kerness, does not exist anymore, except for one 8mm print that was in George Kuchar's possession....