Mike Kuchar Movies

He is mute flesh that the stroking of fingers can bring to sing.

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!"

Blue skies, babbling brooks, and a big book in a field full of flowers is the departure point for this video.

A real and favorite dream of mine, preserved on film to be relived over and over.

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

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

Nymphs and Satyrs are conjured back into activity when poetry is recited and fluffy clouds sail above the contemporary, domestic landscape.

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

A youth wanders the landscape of grass and sky in search of puzzling impulses.

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

Like all Men, he struggles against his nature.

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

Two city dwellers in a relationship grown "tired," are near a deep forest where one hears the lure of Pan's Pipe calling.

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

A contemplative, static walk in the woods.

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

He hears the whispers of gargoyles in a hall of heavy stone.

A woman discovers her husband cheating.

Provides a rare glimpse into the world of George and Mike Kuchar, underground filmmaking brothers from the Bronx. Get to know the Kuchars, casually...

Short gay melodrama.