Mike Kuchar Movies

Armed with an overripe script and ample supply of false eyelashes and lip gloss.

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

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

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

"...Talking to Oneself in the mirror when down in the 'mental dumps.'"

Dialogue taken from the Bible is put in the mouths of three souls in a modern apartment, who must deal with a "fall from grace."

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

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

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...

...Somewhere inside him something slumbers; the myths, the beliefs that flow, fuse and burn through him.

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

“LUST FOR ECSTASY is my most ambitious attempt since my last film…. I wrote many of the pungent scenes on the D train, and when I...

In this thespian workout, a troop of stage actors improvises within a kaleidoscopic zone of warped spaces.

A topsy-turvy romp.

"...will somebody lend him their sins, because his old worn out ones have become tiresome."

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

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

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

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

Return to the House of Pain documents my walking through the turf and sludge of the Big Apple and many worm holes... I chomp my way back west and...