Mike Kuchar Movies

I Was a Teenage Rumpot was made in 1960, when George and Mike, the twin brothers Kuchar, were all of eighteen years old. Though their films would...

“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...

Although too long by half, this documentary is subtitled "A Trip Through Lotti's Life" and that is essentially what it is. Although done in a style...

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,...

It Came from Kuchar is the definitive, feature documentary about the legendary, underground filmmaking twins, the Kuchar brothers. George and Mike...

A contemplative, static walk in the woods.

A 16mm black and white remake of an 8mm color film done years earlier, this time with students enrolled in a 'dramatic narrative' summer workshop....

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

Lost film featuring vignettes of individual couples in a bathtub

A ritualistic mood piece with colour-rich images

"A Tub Named Desire," the first movie with Donna Kerness, does not exist anymore, except for one 8mm print that was in George Kuchar's possession....

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

An epic tale of love and loss. Made using voicemails the Kuchar brothers left on her home answering machine, the artist reveals George and Mike in...

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

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

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

The Vagabond...what does he seek? - ask the River, ask the Wind - but don't ask Him!

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

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...

Be careful when you go out into the surf in a skimpy thong... the current can be treacherous and turbulent as is the human heart!