Mike Kuchar Filmes

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

A rose scented breeze enters a young man's, winding its cool arms around him... Together they will roam the darkness of his life.

Like ships in a harbor, men come and go in relationships. But, as one character says to another character who is heartbroken: "You sucked enough...

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

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

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

Many a man has tried to leave the prison of his hide; it's no "paradise" living in skin!

A moving tribute to New York icon Mike Kuchar, filmed on his last day before leaving Manhattan to relocate to San Francisco

A woman discovers her husband cheating.

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

A brief interview with Johnnie Didge followed by a demonstration/performance.

A kaleidoscopic concoction done with improvising actors.

Waiting to die and waiting to live is the same thing to him that chants: "Let me not be mad... let me not be MAD... LET ME NOT BE MAD!"

“I shall walk softly on the Earth but make the footprints deep”. A young man contemplates the inevitable passing of time, and the...

High above the far horizon, a beacon burns cold, bright and calm.

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

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

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...

Something lies yet unwritten within a poet who lost that 'spark' of having been born brand new onto a sacred stage.