Movies

Playwright and performance artist Marc Arthur paves a color-saturated path from 'awake consciousness' to sleeping 'dreamscape'.

In this summerland a path opens for Poets, Artists, ...and the 'Dreamer'.

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

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...

Nymphs and Satyrs are conjured back into activity when poetry is recited and fluffy clouds sail above the contemporary, domestic landscape.

A vain, self centered mother competes with her daughter in the world of carnivorous men and sleazy movies.

Futuristic story of Carlos and Ben who fall in love in high school despite the racism and and homophobia. When Fundamentalist forces threaten to take...

“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...

Based on a short story by Charles Bukowski from the collection "Tales of Ordinary Madness."

Artists with brushes need light to paint a picture, but human feelings function just as well in the dark.

The film combines teenage lust and deranged delinquency to create a cautionary tale for the ages.

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...

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...

Big…Rousing…Memorable! The incredible war saga of our own boys in a Jap-infested jungle in the Botanical Gardens. Hear Lloyd Thorner...

In the serene zone between twilight and dawn, a lullaby of thoughts floats beneath a blanket of stars.

“PEED INTO THE WIND smears across the screen like one of those dirty underground comic books. It’s loaded with a lot of big scenes and...

(1959) Color, Sound, 25 min.

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

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

He is mute flesh that the stroking of fingers can bring to sing.