Mike Kuchar Movies

A "birthday boy's" poetic yearnings on paper translate into a quest for perfection."

A mother and daughter, both dressed in "shocking pink", clash over men and money.

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...

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

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

"...Talking to Oneself in the mirror when down in the 'mental dumps.'"

They walk through "life", sometimes with no "compass" in hand and become "lost".

Based on a short story by Charles Bukowski from the collection "Tales of Ordinary Madness."

The movie takes a rather negative look at things despite the fact that it was shot in reversal film. It depicts the turbulent relationships of...

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...

Enter a shimmering forest and encounter the Pot Boiling turbulence of pre-history tribes in conflict. See sacrificial virgins, volcanoes, knife...

In the serene zone between twilight and dawn, a lullaby of thoughts floats beneath a blanket of stars.

The dialogue for this production, featuring Cupid, is taken from the pages of a personal diary found under a chair.

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

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

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

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 moving tribute to New York icon Mike Kuchar, filmed on his last day before leaving Manhattan to relocate to San Francisco

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

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