Mike Kuchar Movies

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

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

A behind-the-scenes look at the man behind the trophy and the poisons that taint an otherwise jubilant jamboree.

"No man can stay in bed forever...He must rise up; up the steep steps of perfection."

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...

A ritualistic mood piece with colour-rich images

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...

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

They walk through "life", sometimes with no "compass" in hand and become "lost".

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

A young man yearns for a mysterious lover.

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

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

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

Masked men prowling in the bushes and not touching anything but satin, dandelions and flesh.

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

Amid the silence of a pastel hued room, a soul, fully-fleshed, gathers secrets whispered by the moon over his cool bedsheets.

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.