Mike Kuchar Movies

Artists with brushes need light to paint a picture, but human feelings function just as well in the dark.

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

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...

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

A contemplative, static walk in the woods.

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

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 earthbound bodies soul-surf into a new age of enlightenment.

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

A kiss can be devine or demonic. A kiss can change your life...alter it.

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...

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!

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

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

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...

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...

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

This outdoor meditation is drenched with sunlight, carressed by breezes and blessed with a young man who discovers his special "role" in Time's...

A woman discovers her husband cheating.

Amid the silence of a pastel hued room, a soul, fully-fleshed, gathers secrets whispered by the moon over his cool bedsheets.