Video Data Bank is proud to represent the extensive video catalogs of renowned moving image makers George and Mike Kuchar.
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George Kuchar

Chat'n'Chew

1992 | 00:14:59

Cats nibble, people ingest holiday toxins, and barbecues emit clouds of disembodied fat as a woman in need of caloric consumption displays the objects of her obsession.

George Kuchar

Trinity

1993 | 00:05:28

Part of a trilogy of works known as the Video Wallpaper Series in which George tests out his new audio/video digital mixer and creates a range of impressions of people and places.

An 8mm video that reunites cast members of a film Kuchar made in the '60s. They stage another shoot and the camera is left on to record old friends getting older and more childlike as time and champagne trickle away.

George Kuchar

Weather Diary 4

1988 | 00:48:00

Attempting to apologize for the lack of good weather in Weather Diary 3, George arrives in Milwaukee only to find the drought back in full swing.

The ground is frozen and the whiteness hides the carcass of a thing that once was happy... but now maybe had gotten gassed by things undigested.

George Kuchar

Jungle Jezebel

1994 | 00:49:35

Produced at the San Francisco Art Institute, and featuring a few musical numbers, this jungle drama deals with a commercial corporation infiltrating the Amazon to sell beauty aids to the indigenous peoples.

The rocks are red, the mood is blue, the sky is big, and the scars on the earth run deep as a man and woman shop incessantly for nature's bounty and the trinkets of a vanishing culture. 

Male escorts and crytozoologists battle behemoths and bulemics in this student-teacher collaboration about undying evil and those that escape it via the LOVE CANAL.

This turbulent and colorful drama about the proud and the profane was made with an international group of students at the school where I've been teaching for many decades: the San Francisco Art Institute.  Join this attractive assortment of…

A prop-filled encounter with a young fantasy filmmaker eventually becomes muffled by an earwax problem I develop; but not before the viewer is dragged through Studio 8 where my class and I are concocting a sordid, high school melodrama. 

In Northern California, land of mystery, there stands an edifice of stone that probes the heavens above and the subterranean secrets below the threshold of credibility. Its occupant, Dr.

An urban and suburban blend of nerd, nebbish and nympho, united in the urge to create a cosmetic cosmology.