Mike Kuchar Movies

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

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

A moving tribute to New York icon Mike Kuchar, filmed on his last day before leaving Manhattan to relocate to San Francisco

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

“It glows with the embers of desire! It smokes with the revelation of men and women longing for robust temptations that will make them sizzle...

One million years in the future, the human survivors of a nuclear war are served by robots called "fleshapoids." One day, fleshapoid Xar runs wild,...

'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 film counterpointing the hard reality of the present with the fantastic actuality or imagining of the idyllic past. This is best realized in the...

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

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

The stimulus for this dissertation on the reason behind the creative impulse is taken verbatim from an author's preface to his book.

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

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

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

Two men and two women attempt to re-assemble the scattered pieces of life's puzzle.

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

Obsessive desire can leave an indelible stain on its victim.

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...

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

"Great woods, you frighten me like some cathedral's gloom, and awaken pastoral pipes on pagan heights."