Mike Kuchar Movies

An angry trollop and a self-doubting college kid collide in his cramped apartment for an episode of claustrophobia and self-analysis.

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

A young man yearns for a mysterious lover.

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

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

Two strippers decide a walk in the park might lift their spirits, which do get a big boost when they contemplate a park monument dedicated to sailors...

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

...What once was for him "real," is now but a "dream," --for the day comes when we find ourselves stranded with memories.

A "painter" casts out the demons that haunt his canvases and who creep into his bed at night.

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!"

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

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

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!

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

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

Like all Men, he struggles against his nature.

...It was time to chase One's shadow back into sunlight. -Mike Kuchar

A naughty romp that is bare, brazen, and "black and blue" too, featuring a playpen of playthings that go on an erotic rampage."

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

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