Mike Kuchar Movies

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

There is more than one way to get 'lost' in the woods.

Two souls, one aged, the other young, contemplate flowers, fairies and earthbound angels sent to tempt and tease.

Portrait of American filmmaker Mike Kuchar, shot in New York (United States of America) on December 2, 1988 at 7:30 PM.

"A film counterpointing the hard reality of the present with the fantastic actuality or imagining of the idyllic past. This is best realized in the...

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

Portrait of siblings George and Mike Kuchar, who have made a name for themselves in the US underground scene with low-budget films.

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

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

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

An insane, deformed killer stalks the grounds of a resort house, bringing sudden violence to those of easy virtue and godlessness.

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

A young man yearns for a mysterious lover.

Ripe fruit in sweaty socks; soft eyes, stained and suffering in the origin of consciousness, and a soul needing refrigeration, for it has nearly gone...

[A] cautionary tale about past-their-prime thespians caught up in a typically Kucharian vortex of madness. - Anthology Film Archives

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

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

In a garden of roses and memorabilia from darkest Africa, a man and woman ponder the joy of cooking and the companionship of cats. Goodies for the...

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

Made when I was a bit depressed which is nothing new,. Bob Cowan happened to be depressed as well and so we had a wonderful time working together....