Blues Behind The Hellraising Black Doors: Body-Horror: By: Daniel FX Staal: Ode to Clive Barker and David Cronenberg

A film by Daniel FX Staal

“I unleash the most perverse horror imaginable.”

This is the final edit of my lifelong project — The Black Doors: An Alternative Cut — the culmination of 25 years of creation.

Every frame, every sound, every nightmare is mine: story, music, FX, animation, and sound design.

This version — Sexual Shaped, fused with visceral body horror, dares to ask:

Is this Videodrome II?

Or a lost Hellraiser film, born from the digital abyss?

A Life Devoted to Horror

I’ve loved horror since I was five years old.

Even in kindergarten, I terrified my teachers with drawings of skulls — torn flesh, dripping blood, imagination unbound.

The Black Doors is my ultimate tribute to the art of body horror.

It honors the masterpieces that shaped me:

The Thing, From Beyond, Videodrome, Hellraiser, Troma’s Poltergeist, An American Werewolf in London, Zombie Flesh Eaters, and many others.

The color palette draws directly from From Beyond — neon reds and blues that pulse with otherworldly energy and decay.

This project functions both as a 360° immersive experience and a cinematic 2D feature, merging dimensions to pull viewers deeper into its biomechanical nightmare.

For this edition, I created FX never before visualized — a breathtaking fusion of the digital and the organic.

It is 100% biomechanical flesh — raw, haunting, and utterly unique.

Blues Behind the Hellraising Black Doors: Body-Horror Videodrome Transmission — By Daniel FX Staal (Ode to Clive Barker, Lloyd Kaufman, and David Cronenberg) (2026) (4K | 18+ Contains Nudity & Gore)

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A descent into the subconscious.

A philosophical and psychological body-horror odyssey.

Born from the mind of Daniel FX Staal, it merges stop-motion, deepfake AI, 3D modeling, green screen, and live action into a hallucinatory, surreal nightmare.

It pays tribute to the masters — H.R. Giger, David Cronenberg, and Clive Barker — while forging an entirely new mythology of flesh, guilt, and possession.

And yes — the Horror Masters themselves appear within this universe.

Beyond the Black Doors

These are not stories meant to comfort.

They are mirrors — reflecting humanity at its most grotesque and unrestrained.

Imagine a man whose intellect bends the world as easily as a storm bends trees.

A man with the cruelty of a god and the imagination of an unchained mind.

History remembers those who forged weapons or ruled through fear — but what if such brilliance existed without morality?

Daniel FX Staal embodies that shadow. His art lives where creation and annihilation intertwine, where lust becomes language, guilt becomes flesh, and transformation becomes truth.

Each Door is a state of being:

Desire festering into nightmare.
Love decaying into obsession.
Innocence twisting into monstrosity.

To open them is to confront yourself — the self you never wished to see.

Philosophy is carved into flesh.

Theology burns with despair.

The Black Doors are not crafted of wood or iron — but of thought, blood, and fear.

They do not simply show horror.

They reveal the horror within you.

Step Through, If You Dare

This is not just a movie.

It is revelation — a journey into genius unrestrained, desire unbound, and the unbearable poetry of a mind unafraid to play God.

The Black Doors are waiting.

Its design was first imagined by M.C. Escher in his painting Relativity — a world where time, direction, and gravity collapse into paradox.

This film is my ode to that impossible geometry — a hellish dimension, where past, present, and future coexist in the same breath.

It is also a homage to Hellraiser II: Hellbound, and to Leviathan — the god-machine of geometry and madness.

A Descent Beyond Cinema

The Black Doors is not simply a film — it is an experience.

This film (Is this Videodrome II? ) is the result of 25 years of work, created entirely by Daniel FX Staal — story, music, FX, animation, and sound.

A solo masterpiece in experimental horror, Black Doors merges stop-motion, deepfake AI, 3D, green screen, and live-action visuals into a disturbing, surreal nightmare. It pays tribute to the masters of horror: H.R. Giger, David Cronenberg, and Clive Barker, while forging its own unique mythology of flesh, guilt, and possession... and I gave the Horror Mastes a Role in my movie... This is not just a movie. It’s a descent into the subconscious — a philosophical, psychological body-horror journey.

The soundtrack is not simply music. It possesses you. It whispers in your dreams. It makes you guilty for deeds you never committed. What begins as fiction becomes something much darker. , and enhanced with never-before-seen visuals. I gave my character my own name — and now, I cannot escape him. He kills, and I feel the guilt.

He bleeds, and I taste the iron. He falls, and I fall with him. This film is not safe. It will follow you. It will watch you. And it will make you wonder—who is really possessed?

For mature audiences only (18+). Dare to watch.

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