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
For me, And David Cronenberg, an Admired Creator of The Genre "Bodyhorror... "the first fact of human existence is the human body. But if you embrace the reality of the human body...
you embrace mortality, and that is a very difficult thing for anything to do because the self-conscious mind cannot imagine non-existence. It's impossible to do."
Long Live! Ego Trip, Videodrome- Trance... Zen... Dance... Exist Ends, Behind the Black Door, Daniel F X Staal Ringin the Red Bell...
... Oh Let The Madness, Begin...
Long Live! the New Flesh!
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Long before Rachel sniffed her last,
Or the tentacles danced in space so vast,
The monstercock slept in a cursed void,
Awaiting a bard with a taste for Freud.
Daniel whispered to Clive!, “What if it’s Alive!?”
And the latex shimmered—pure sleaze contrived.
They wrote on skin, called it “Genesis Dong,”
A script so filthy it broke every bong.
Lloyd Kaufman appeared, eyes lit with slime,
Said, “Boys, this trash is pure Troma time!”
The monstercock throbbed in every scene,
A creature so obscene it made...
...Freud scream....
can be compared to
"Being John Malkovich." Meets "Hellraiser"
All REAL People in this ACT 1:
are Fictional, Parodied By: The Depraved Mind of:
Daniel FX Staal
NARRATED BY: ROD SERLING
The Rise and Fall of the God of Art: Inspiratus, Twilight Zone Jazz
This is an incredible experience, so be sure to listen! Whether you choose to read or watch, here's how this story will unfold.
The poetry is as smooth as silk and is regarded as The Creator's Bible. Written by Daniel FX Staal and narrated by Rod Serling, the creator of The Twilight Zone.
THESE 2 VIDEOS HAVE SAME AUDIO
BUT ALTERNATIVE VISUALS
SICK AND PERVERSE
CONTAINS NUDITY
Deep in the plot, they found the lore,
An alien queen who begged for more.
Her name was Rue, with a tongue so split,
She whispered, “Daniel, unleash the cosmic wit!”
They summoned the monstercock with chants of shame,
And a neon orgy in the monster’s name.
The dong emerged, dripping with goo,
Its roar declared “I’ll destroy all you!”
But instead of terror, the galaxy cheered,
For the monstercock’s powers were weirdly revered.
The Book of the Dead, A Rock Opera by Master of Gore Daniel FX Staal, 360 Psychedelic Cosmic Horror
Met Clive Barker at a club with a velvet floor,
Where the subs crawl naked through a secret door.
He said, “Daniel, you’re sick, and I mean that right...
Let’s weave our nightmares into pure delight.”
So we drank absinthe with a girl named Rue,
She had a forked tongue and tattoos too.
We wrote a script on her pale, wet skin,
A story of sin where the devils always win.
Once upon a midnight dreary, when the air was thick and eerie,
I lay stretched, my senses stirring, thrilled with lusts both dark and dire.
Softly pulsed the somber embers, while my mind unchaste remembers
All the shadows that December night aroused from murky mire—
Those phantoms deep within the mind that ancient needs inspire,
Aching there, yet yearning higher.
But madness consumed me, heart and soul,
I sought to harm, the killer's own goal.
His children, innocent, like mine own,
Paid the price, for a father's throne.
The Video "Left" Down Under is an ACT .III. Alternatives