Mike Kuchar Movies

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....

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

A kaleidoscopic concoction done with improvising actors.

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

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

From the elephant house of Bronx Zoo to the eight story tall Tabonga Terrace apartments on Sedgwich Avenue, living Mammals scream for their place in...

An eclectic compilation of home movies and early cinematic experiments. Preserved by Anthology Film Archives with support from the National Film...

Writes Kuchar: "It's New York in the summer and I set out to track down some high school friends who have burrowed deep into the 'big apple.' The...

The movie takes a rather negative look at things despite the fact that it was shot in reversal film. It depicts the turbulent relationships of...

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

The windy adventures of a dog in a sea of grass beneath blue skies.

Mike Kuchar'ss lyrical portrait of everyday life, from making art to making love, all as the Vietnam War rages.

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

Looking for "Mr. Right" in all the wrong places makes for a tragic comedy.

Dark, domestic tensions need the cleansing rays of a bright summer afternoon.

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!

A "grand dame's" delirious daydream blooms like a voluptous blossom in spring.

Relationships don't end... they linger like ghosts.

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