Mike Kuchar Movies

A 'poet' and a 'painter' discover a malign muse, but their fear and anger keep them young.

Two souls, one aged, the other young, contemplate flowers, fairies and earthbound angels sent to tempt and tease.

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

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

Made when I was a bit depressed which is nothing new,. Bob Cowan happened to be depressed as well and so we had a wonderful time working together....

One's "softest parts" are "scooped out and eaten alive".

He is Earth, Sky, and the Universe. He is Creation's creator.

A 16mm black and white remake of an 8mm color film done years earlier, this time with students enrolled in a 'dramatic narrative' summer workshop....

The stimulus for this dissertation on the reason behind the creative impulse is taken verbatim from an author's preface to his book.

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!

[A] cautionary tale about past-their-prime thespians caught up in a typically Kucharian vortex of madness. - Anthology Film Archives

'Misery' doesn't like 'company' -- but 'company' does love a 'party', so come join in on a catastrophic celebration, and do 'hang on' tight --...

With lashings of humour and affection, this much-loved filmmaker and his students create a wonderful journey from the chaos of hell to the paradise...

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

A bunch of Punk Rockers puke up all sorts of stuff.

He felt both dead and alive... having 'died' and having come back to the space of his 'living.'

A moment in time between two people who are nowhere.

Obsessive desire can leave an indelible stain on its victim.

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

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