Mike Kuchar Filmes

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...

Secret number... secret shape... knower of the secret name... God of the realm of night - I summon you, 'Son of Sin'... arise!

Once upon a time in the shelled carcass of a man, the Phoenix will rise and fall... and RISE and FALL!

In the serene zone between twilight and dawn, a lullaby of thoughts floats beneath a blanket of stars.

An early masterpiece by Mike Kuchar, in which Babette tells all, leaving no turgid stone unturned.

The film combines teenage lust and deranged delinquency to create a cautionary tale for the ages.

There is a garden in the dark hunger of his psyche where forbidden fruit grows.

Looking for "Mr. Right" in all the wrong places makes for a tragic comedy.

A "birthday boy's" poetic yearnings on paper translate into a quest for perfection."

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

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

Short gay melodrama.

He sighs for strange and hidden cities whose walls are pink stone, inlaid with opals, ebony and silver, and for altars where the body is worshiped...

Playwright and performance artist Marc Arthur paves a color-saturated path from 'awake consciousness' to sleeping 'dreamscape'.

Lost film featuring vignettes of individual couples in a bathtub

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!

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."

The movie takes a rather negative look at things despite the fact that it was shot in reversal film. It depicts the turbulent relationships of...

"...Deep in the garden of the Artist's heart, ghosts of bygone worlds arise on gothic wings, calling forth delicious languors."

A wide-ranging look at pictures I collect on my walls and in my head. A look at pictures I concoct with my students at the San Francisco Art...