Mike Kuchar Movies

Earth's "garden" is fragrant with temptations but has far too many "thorns". He got "stung" and fell...got up...and fell, again and again!

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...

"Devils"..."Angels," when they sleep they dream not of Heaven, but of us. —Mike Kuchar

Obsessive desire can leave an indelible stain on its victim.

A woman discovers her husband cheating.

A "painter" casts out the demons that haunt his canvases and who creep into his bed at night.

A topsy-turvy romp.

Offer a pagan god only simple flowers of spring and the sparkling diamonds and opals of morning dew strung on the threads of the spider... and fear...

Amid the silence of a pastel hued room, a soul, fully-fleshed, gathers secrets whispered by the moon over his cool bedsheets.

A moment in time between two people who are nowhere.