Mike Kuchar Movies

"Devils"..."Angels," when they sleep they dream not of Heaven, but of us. —Mike Kuchar

Four women in the throes of frustrated sexual desire. Not making fun of them but rather sending up the absurdities of passion and the ways in which...

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

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

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

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...

Starring George Kuchar as "Hunk", Mrs. Ruby B. Davis as "Aunt Ruth", and introducing Melinda McDowell as the much-abused, sex bomb "Goldenrod".

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

Earth's "garden" is fragrant with temptations but has far too many "thorns". He got "stung" and fell...got up...and fell, again and again!

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...

The Shadow Glass is roughly based on Ewers' 'Student of Prague'. It concerns a young man who, feeling incapable of surmounting the harsh realities of...

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

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

A sensitive soul with skin receptive to the World's natural elements and who has a mind open for expansive contemplation, embarks on an "inner...

...They had their source in tangled vegetable matter, countless rapes and invasions and enjoy good wine with the girls.

Green spills over purple ridges and into deep cut valleys. Blue surges up from rounds and hollows, blending with incandescent pink plains, revealing...

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!"

"No man can stay in bed forever...He must rise up; up the steep steps of perfection."

Dark, domestic tensions need the cleansing rays of a bright summer afternoon.