Mike Kuchar Movies

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...

"...Roy has set in and spread across the fabric of their lives."

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

"A Tub Named Desire," the first movie with Donna Kerness, does not exist anymore, except for one 8mm print that was in George Kuchar's possession....

He felt both dead and alive... having 'died' and having come back to the space of his 'living.'

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

A 'poet' and a 'painter' discover a malign muse, but their fear and anger keep them young.

A topsy-turvy romp.

Mike Kuchar'ss lyrical portrait of everyday life, from making art to making love, all as the Vietnam War rages.

Lost film featuring vignettes of individual couples in a bathtub

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

A man is at odds with his very existence when he meets a salacious streetwalker, has his fortune read by a mysterious man and is chased by a killer.

His written letters will fade at the first light; if indeed he is dreaming the world!

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

A real and favorite dream of mine, preserved on film to be relived over and over.

An eclectic compilation of home movies and early cinematic experiments. Preserved by Anthology Film Archives with support from the National Film...

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

Portrait of American filmmaker Mike Kuchar, shot in New York (United States of America) on December 2, 1988 at 7:30 PM.

Like all Men, he struggles against his nature.

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...