Mike Kuchar Movies

A music-filled tour of Christmas good cheer overtakes this gastronomically oriented excursion through the winter season of discontent and yuletime...

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...

A woman discovers her husband cheating.

Masked men prowling in the bushes and not touching anything but satin, dandelions and flesh.

From here to there.

A brief interview with Johnnie Didge followed by a demonstration/performance.

This outdoor meditation is drenched with sunlight, carressed by breezes and blessed with a young man who discovers his special "role" in Time's...

Armed with an overripe script and ample supply of false eyelashes and lip gloss.

Part one of Mike Kuchar's Heat Rash series: This audio, visual laxative empties the mind of inhibitions to allow the spectator entrance into the...

A ripe lad embarks on a raw correspondence with his mirrored image, and thus: the dialogue is "fleshed out" to its full potential.

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

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

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

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

Two earthbound bodies soul-surf into a new age of enlightenment.

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!"

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

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

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