In the fuzzy snapshot on the cover of this book, George Kuchar is sitting next to a giant inflatable Santa Claus doll and gazing at us with the twinkling eyes of a happy pervert. It’s a good hint of the carnival to be found in the 300 pages of collected detritus that follow, and in the 200 or so films – mostly shorts and fragments – that he left his oddball fingerprints all over from the 1960s until 2011: trashy,…
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