Mike Kuchar Movies

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

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

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

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

...It was time to chase One's shadow back into sunlight. -Mike Kuchar

A young man yearns for a mysterious lover.

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.

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

In this thespian workout, a troop of stage actors improvises within a kaleidoscopic zone of warped spaces.

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

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

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

A hell of a lot more of you through a keyhole!!

Obsessive desire can leave an indelible stain on its victim.

'Misery' doesn't like 'company' -- but 'company' does love a 'party', so come join in on a catastrophic celebration, and do 'hang on' tight --...

Things "go bump in broad daylight" as archetypical characters romp about in a sunny forest...doll like things and beast men.

Dark, domestic tensions need the cleansing rays of a bright summer afternoon.

A lady alone amid the flowers of a garden becomes the target of mischievous elements therein.