Mike Kuchar Movies

Be careful when you go out into the surf in a skimpy thong... the current can be treacherous and turbulent as is the human heart!

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

Dan Carbone sings Debbie and the Demons

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

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

In this dream-portrait, Mike Kuchar floats through his memories as the sea, space and sky drift past. Wrapped in odd costumes, he frolics with the...

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

In the depths of night lurks a beautiful fever that heats a man's blood.

Sort of a portrait of the videomaker Anne McQuire, who surfaces midway from this waterlogged landscape of El Nino disasters to dispense charm and...

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...

Seadrift is based on a story The Shadow Over Innsmouth by H.P. Lovecraft, and was shot partially in Marblehead Mass. Each section represents a...

Videomaker and spoken word performer David Finkelstein sleepwalks down into subconscious corridors.

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

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

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

Commissioned to be a "promo" for a loud punk rock band, Mr. Kuchar feared that the noise the band made would spoil the mood of his visuals, so he...

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...

An evocative 16mm short shot during a visit to Nepal.

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...