Mike Kuchar Movies

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

A girl with two male companions in a room is a space where the mind's eye wanders!

A sensitive soul with skin receptive to the World's natural elements and who has a mind open for expansive contemplation, embarks on an "inner...

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

A House Wife's hum-drum world dissolves away into a thorny Passion Play of miraculous visions.

Big…Rousing…Memorable! The incredible war saga of our own boys in a Jap-infested jungle in the Botanical Gardens. Hear Lloyd Thorner...

Many a man has tried to leave the prison of his hide; it's no "paradise" living in skin!

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

The Vagabond...what does he seek? - ask the River, ask the Wind - but don't ask Him!

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

"Great woods, you frighten me like some cathedral's gloom, and awaken pastoral pipes on pagan heights."

Seadrift is based on a story The Shadow Over Innsmouth by H.P. Lovecraft, and was shot partially in Marblehead Mass. Each section represents a...

A wide-ranging look at pictures I collect on my walls and in my head. A look at pictures I concoct with my students at the San Francisco Art...

“PEED INTO THE WIND smears across the screen like one of those dirty underground comic books. It’s loaded with a lot of big scenes and...

"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...

Two strippers decide a walk in the park might lift their spirits, which do get a big boost when they contemplate a park monument dedicated to sailors...

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....

He is mute flesh that the stroking of fingers can bring to sing.

A broken god on the stone slab in a desert, waiting for "he" that will dig for him; wipe the sand from his handsome face.