Mike Kuchar Movies

Mike Kuchar'ss lyrical portrait of everyday life, from making art to making love, all as the Vietnam War rages.

...They had their source in tangled vegetable matter, countless rapes and invasions and enjoy good wine with the girls.

Waiting to die and waiting to live is the same thing to him that chants: "Let me not be mad... let me not be MAD... LET ME NOT BE MAD!"

This breezy and flamboyant essay about an afternoon rendezvous is pure candy for the eyes.

A woman discovers her husband cheating.

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

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...

...Somewhere inside him something slumbers; the myths, the beliefs that flow, fuse and burn through him.

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

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

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

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...

"...Roy has set in and spread across the fabric of their lives."

A cavalcade of characters in conflict with consciousness is conjured up within the confines of Studio 8 at the San Francisco Art Institute and...

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

In the depths of night lurks a beautiful fever that heats a man's blood.

There was plenty of fruit growing in Eden; mangos, pears, oranges...why did Eve have to pick that Apple!

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

Two men and two women attempt to re-assemble the scattered pieces of life's puzzle.

The stimulus for this dissertation on the reason behind the creative impulse is taken verbatim from an author's preface to his book.