Mike Kuchar Movies

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

Portrait of siblings George and Mike Kuchar, who have made a name for themselves in the US underground scene with low-budget films.

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

Ripe fruit in sweaty socks; soft eyes, stained and suffering in the origin of consciousness, and a soul needing refrigeration, for it has nearly gone...

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...

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!"

Frisco anxiously awaits the pyrotechnic birth of a New Year while the remnants of holiday greenery still burn bright in all the right places. One of...

In this summerland a path opens for Poets, Artists, ...and the 'Dreamer'.

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...

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

"...Talking to Oneself in the mirror when down in the 'mental dumps.'"

A documentary portrait of filmmaker George Kuchar conducting a tour of his apartment where he displays memorabilia and his toys which were used for...

(1962) Color, Sound, 9 min.

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

The dialogue for this production, featuring Cupid, is taken from the pages of a personal diary found under a chair.

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

His written letters will fade at the first light; if indeed he is dreaming the world!

Paint drips and body fluids ooze in this "tell all" and "hide nothing" documentary about two San Francisco males.

In the depths of night lurks a beautiful fever that heats a man's blood.

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