Mike Kuchar Movies

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

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

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....

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

From here to there.

Part one of Mike Kuchar's Heat Rash series: This audio, visual laxative empties the mind of inhibitions to allow the spectator entrance into the...

In this summerland a path opens for Poets, Artists, ...and the 'Dreamer'.

Like ships in a harbor, men come and go in relationships. But, as one character says to another character who is heartbroken: "You sucked enough...

This outdoor meditation is drenched with sunlight, carressed by breezes and blessed with a young man who discovers his special "role" in Time's...

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

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

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

"...will somebody lend him their sins, because his old worn out ones have become tiresome."

Two city dwellers in a relationship grown "tired," are near a deep forest where one hears the lure of Pan's Pipe calling.

With lashings of humour and affection, this much-loved filmmaker and his students create a wonderful journey from the chaos of hell to the paradise...

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

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

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

Lost film featuring vignettes of individual couples in a bathtub

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