Mike Kuchar Movies

In this thespian workout, a troop of stage actors improvises within a kaleidoscopic zone of warped spaces.

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

Enter a shimmering forest and encounter the Pot Boiling turbulence of pre-history tribes in conflict. See sacrificial virgins, volcanoes, knife...

Like ships in a harbor, men come and go in relationships. But, as one character says to another character who is heartbroken: "You sucked enough...

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...

A lady alone amid the flowers of a garden becomes the target of mischievous elements therein.

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

The Shadow Glass is roughly based on Ewers' 'Student of Prague'. It concerns a young man who, feeling incapable of surmounting the harsh realities of...

Corruption of the Damned might seethe with violence and sex, the two most attractive things you can put on the screen, but beneath them a twisted...

A topsy-turvy romp.

"...will somebody lend him their sins, because his old worn out ones have become tiresome."

“LUST FOR ECSTASY is my most ambitious attempt since my last film…. I wrote many of the pungent scenes on the D train, and when I...

High above the far horizon, a beacon burns cold, bright and calm.

...Somewhere inside him something slumbers; the myths, the beliefs that flow, fuse and burn through him.

He peels away layers of secrets to you for what you are, and he likes scars because they tell stories.

This movie was made mostly in Brooklyn during some very hot and empty evenings. Since the evenings were so empty, Jane Elford, the star, urged me to...

"...Roy has set in and spread across the fabric of their lives."

Return to the House of Pain documents my walking through the turf and sludge of the Big Apple and many worm holes... I chomp my way back west and...

A bunch of Punk Rockers puke up all sorts of stuff.

[A] cautionary tale about past-their-prime thespians caught up in a typically Kucharian vortex of madness. - Anthology Film Archives