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.
SCROLL DOWN TO: HELL
SPACE PUSSY PING PONG WORLD RECORDS
ROCK OPERA
Oh, ding-a-ling full with ya Ming,
Ding-a-ling shooting ya Ping Pong from ya puss-say.
Right banging, flying in hot air into my beer cup.
Oh, I love this song,
Oh my black-minged ding-a-ling-a-ling, pimpin’ this song.
Hey, isn’t this Sisqó’s Thong Song?
Eh, no bro—it hits hard, pussy flow.
It’s about pee, puss-say, Ping Pong.
The Thai hitting so hard,
Glass broke, a brutal score by the most violent whore.
This is marvelous, from ya ding-a-ling,
Open-invited, only men’s club.
Oh, I never seen anything,
But this is quite a show—so let’s go!
Ho, ho, ho—say what? No—go, hoes!
The girl isn’t alone,
Four chicks battling,
Puss-say Ping Ponging the audience.
This goes further than Do Re Mi Fa So La Di Da Vida,
Captain Lorca Star Trek show—oh, let’s go!
MUSIC-ON OR OFF
HOOVER THE PUSS-SAY
NOTE TO ORGASM
SPACE PUSSY PING PONG WORLD RECORDS
One knockout with a Ping Pong,
His skull is broke, he’s bleeding.
A scout from Pimp Daddy’s favorite hot ho,
Blown out—oh, oh,
Go with the flow,
Let’s go, bros and hoes!
(Eh, I mean ladies…)
Not with a period, are ya serious?
This is far-out, funky dunk.
I wish I could have her in my car trunk.
ROCK OPERA
Oh, ding-a-ling full with ya Ming,
Ding-a-ling shooting ya Ping Pong from ya puss-say.
Right banging, flying in hot air into my beer cup.
Oh, I love this song,
Oh my black-minged ding-a-ling-a-ling, pimpin’ this song.
Hey, isn’t this Sisqó’s Thong Song?
Eh, no bro—it hits hard, pussy flow.
It’s about pee, puss-say, Ping Pong.
The Thai hitting so hard,
Glass broke, a brutal score by the most violent whore.
This is marvelous, from ya ding-a-ling,
Open-invited, only men’s club.
Oh, I never seen anything,
But this is quite a show—so let’s go!
Ho, ho, ho—say what? No—go, hoes!
The girl isn’t alone,
Four chicks battling,
Puss-say Ping Ponging the audience.
This goes further than Do Re Mi Fa So La Di Da Vida,
Captain Lorca Star Trek show—oh, let’s go!
ROCK OPERA
MUSIC-ON OR OFF
Oh yeah, I’m Daniel FX Staal,
The poet of filth who has it all.
From pain to fame, I’m your sinful delight,
So grab a whip, baby, and let’s ignite.
