Mike Kuchar Filmes

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...

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

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

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

Like all Men, he struggles against his nature.

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

This movie was made mostly in Brooklyn during some very hot and empty evenings. Since the evenings were so empty, Jane Elford, the star, urged me to...

An early masterpiece by Mike Kuchar, in which Babette tells all, leaving no turgid stone unturned.

OverRiped words from the lips of an OverExposed boy decorates this litany in pink with purple bruises.

A music-filled tour of Christmas good cheer overtakes this gastronomically oriented excursion through the winter season of discontent and yuletime...

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

The windy adventures of a dog in a sea of grass beneath blue skies.

A kiss can be devine or demonic. A kiss can change your life...alter it.

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

A hell of a lot more of you through a keyhole!!

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

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...

A girl with two male companions in a room is a space where the mind's eye wanders!

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...

In the serene zone between twilight and dawn, a lullaby of thoughts floats beneath a blanket of stars.