Filmes

Ripe fruit in sweaty socks; soft eyes, stained and suffering in the origin of consciousness, and a soul needing refrigeration, for it has nearly gone...

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

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

One's "softest parts" are "scooped out and eaten alive".

Green spills over purple ridges and into deep cut valleys. Blue surges up from rounds and hollows, blending with incandescent pink plains, revealing...

"No man can stay in bed forever...He must rise up; up the steep steps of perfection."

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

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

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

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

A naughty romp that is bare, brazen, and "black and blue" too, featuring a playpen of playthings that go on an erotic rampage."

A broken god on the stone slab in a desert, waiting for "he" that will dig for him; wipe the sand from his handsome face.

Obsessive desire can leave an indelible stain on its victim.

Sex, sleaze, drugs, blood, and much, much more!

A woman discovers her husband cheating.

A cavalcade of characters in conflict with consciousness is conjured up within the confines of Studio 8 at the San Francisco Art Institute and...

Videomaker and spoken word performer David Finkelstein sleepwalks down into subconscious corridors.

An early masterpiece by Mike Kuchar, in which Babette tells all, leaving no turgid stone unturned.

This breezy and flamboyant essay about an afternoon rendezvous is pure candy for the eyes.

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