Mike Kuchar Movies

From the green ooze of a haunted forest arise lonely shamans in red gowns alongside twisted creatures from nightmarish cartoons with the long...

“It glows with the embers of desire! It smokes with the revelation of men and women longing for robust temptations that will make them sizzle...

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

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

An hour-long saga of Mick Terrific, rock 'n' roll star, and the cast of 50 he encounters on his search for "Mr. Wonderful." “PEED INTO THE...

BIRD IN THE SKY is a gritty, poetic tale of a young man’s spiritual struggle on the streets of New York City. Rob has been given a second...

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...

One million years in the future, the human survivors of a nuclear war are served by robots called "fleshapoids." One day, fleshapoid Xar runs wild,...

A short film by George Kuchar.

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.

Provides a rare glimpse into the world of George and Mike Kuchar, underground filmmaking brothers from the Bronx. Get to know the Kuchars, casually...

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

A rhythmic flow of image with sound, weaving a mood suspended in time.

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!

I Was a Teenage Rumpot was made in 1960, when George and Mike, the twin brothers Kuchar, were all of eighteen years old. Though their films would...

A woman discovers her husband cheating.

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

Offer a pagan god only simple flowers of spring and the sparkling diamonds and opals of morning dew strung on the threads of the spider... and fear...

This breezy and flamboyant essay about an afternoon rendezvous is pure candy for the eyes.

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...