Mike Kuchar Movies

Looney thespians run amok in a classroom.

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

A topsy-turvy romp.

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

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....

...They'd rather climb to the stars, than give their souls to a soulless world

(1962) Color, Sound, 9 min.

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!

He felt both dead and alive... having 'died' and having come back to the space of his 'living.'

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!"

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...

Green spills over purple ridges and into deep cut valleys. Blue surges up from rounds and hollows, blending with incandescent pink plains, revealing...

He made some 'love'....where has it all gone? --Mike Kuchar

A woman discovers her husband cheating.

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

Obsessive desire can leave an indelible stain on its victim.

Offer a pagan god only simple flowers of spring and the sparkling diamonds and opals of morning dew strung on the threads of the spider... and fear...

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

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...