George Kuchar Movies

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...

A trip to the Marin headlands at the Golden Gate of San Francisco Bay headlines this video diary. The viewer gets to eves and eye drop on various...

An ex-student of mine opens up in the privacy of her home and shows me her etchings (watercolors) as we talk of art and things that slip under the...

Once again a seaside serenade of sloshing oils and simmering scallops fills the crannies of Cape Cod with dingle-berries of dubious delight! Join a...

George spends quality time with his friends Karen and Carla in this unconventional, glitchy, collaged holiday video. HOLIDAZE filters a gift...

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

That Woman uses as source material the original Barbara Walters interview with Monica Lewinsky, which is intercut with a re-staging of the interview....

A window or two on the outside world is not enough, especially when you have such a lousy view of things as I had in this Oklahoma residential care...

In Precious Products we are subtly reminded of this country’s obsession with consumerism and narcissism. George, with his ever-present video-8...

A journey that begins in a Kansas City hotel and ends up in New Mexico. The bumpy ride is fuelled with libidinous juices as it lurches through...

A short film by George Kuchar.

This three-part mini-series explores the mysterious and the mundane in a splash of digital dioramas that wipe across the screen in a cascade of...

Pastures filled with the bounty of a meateater's fantasy fill the screen with bellows of bovine origin as testosterone-driven madness runs rampant on...

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...

"The whiteness of winter cannot bury the blubbery things that splash and frolic among the frozen memories of Heathen harvests, in a land haunted by...

The colors of fall are muted by the fog of a lingering summer and the memory of that which is dark and naked among the dappled crimson.

A descent into the blackness of the projected image and the curators who flick the switches and grease up all moveable parts for hot action when the...

A wide-ranging look at pictures I collect on my walls and in my head. A look at pictures I concoct with my students at the San Francisco Art...

An island. A mountain. A City of Angels who scoop up the pellets dropped by other winged creatures.