Curtis Harrington had written a script that he wanted to be his final film, which he never lived to see made. On the day that he had written a scene with the ghost of a burlesque dancer, we had lunch. He had tears in his eyes as he described to me the memory of seeing this actual woman some 75 years before - her white skin, the blue light, the white doves... (she had been part of the preshow when he went to the movies as a child in the 1930s). I was instantly smitten with the image and expressed interest in playing her, to which he amusedly replied, "You fancy yourself as a burlesque dancer, do you, Anji?"
When Curtis passed away, I wanted to bring that one single memory of his to life as a tribute to person for whom I had such deep admiration. Ken Heusey, whom I actually met at the funeral, shared this vision, and along with the help of a brilliant magician (Joseph Tran), a great make up artist Jorge Sandoval, and two genius assistants (Louella Boquiren & Luke Lauter) and a neighborhood boy (Landon Ackerman), we indeed did just that (on 7/7/7 no less!).