I've always been a fan of obscure films. Some movies happen upon me like a dream, and the 1989 British dark fantasy flick "Paperhouse" was one of those rare finds. I stumbled across it late one night back when flipping around channels was still a thing — one of the true casualties of the streaming age, where these hidden cinematic gems are so much harder to come by organic discovery.
The moment I tuned in, I was completely entranced by the eerie concept of a young girl’s drawings coming to life. It tap-dances right on the boundary between childhood imagination and psychological horror, pulling you into a world that feels as fragile as it is deeply disturbing.
