Mike Kuchar Movies

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...

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

A rare behind-the-scenes view of the exploding New York “underground” in the late sixities, a turbulent time and place that was to change...

Sex, sleaze, drugs, blood, and much, much more!

He is Earth, Sky, and the Universe. He is Creation's creator.

Secret number... secret shape... knower of the secret name... God of the realm of night - I summon you, 'Son of Sin'... arise!

An epic tale of love and loss. Made using voicemails the Kuchar brothers left on her home answering machine, the artist reveals George and Mike in...

Childhood dolls and adult toys populate this moody yet picturesque lullaby.

Paint drips and body fluids ooze in this "tell all" and "hide nothing" documentary about two San Francisco males.

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

From the elephant house of Bronx Zoo to the eight story tall Tabonga Terrace apartments on Sedgwich Avenue, living Mammals scream for their place in...

A youth wanders the landscape of grass and sky in search of puzzling impulses.

A ripe lad embarks on a raw correspondence with his mirrored image, and thus: the dialogue is "fleshed out" to its full potential.

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

"...Deep in the garden of the Artist's heart, ghosts of bygone worlds arise on gothic wings, calling forth delicious languors."

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

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...

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

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

A rhythmic flow of image with sound, weaving a mood suspended in time.