(1966, 16mm, Color, Sound, 15min.)

"A very direct and subtle, very sad and funny look at nothing more or less than sexual frustration and aloneness. In its economy and cogency of imaging, HOLD ME surpasses any of Kuchar's previous work. The odd blend of Hollywood glamour and drama with all-too-real life creates and inspires counterpoint of unattainable desire against unbearable actuality." – Ken Kelman

"This film could cheer an arthritic gorilla, and audiences, apparently sensitized by its blithely accurate representation of feelings few among them can have escaped, rise from their general stupor to cheer it back." – James Stoller, The Village Voice

"A color bath of sparkling sensuality surrounded by the frigid porcelain of white virginity unable to break free because of drain cloggage. It foams with heady lather of truth completely un-rinsed by mineralized morality in non-breakable plastic tubes that never leave an unsightly bathtub ring. Zesty color that makes you nice to be near, helps to elevate this flowing film to the level of liquid consciousness that is so poignant it floats." – George Kuchar

"Hold Me While I'm Naked was a picture I made. It was supposed to be about a mother and a daughter vying for the affections of the same man. Then the star got sick, so I decided to make a picture about a filmmaker who couldn't make a movie, and that would be me: I couldn't make this picture anymore with the way I had planned. Luckily, I think it turned out kind of interesting this way with my dilemma. It also became something about a guy who thought everyone else was having fun–taking hot showers together, and all kinds of hanky-panky–and here I was, with my mother, living at home and stuff." – George Kuchar