THIS LOOKS FUN
10.09.08FilmDrunkard Sara left a link to this trailer in the comments section the other day and it looked pretty cool so I thought what the hell. It’s called Domovoy, it screened at the Toronto Film Festival last month and it opens in Russia next month. No word on whether it will see a U.S. release yet. FYI:
A domovoi is a house spirit in Slavic folklore. Domovois (the correct plural form is domovye) are masculine, typically small, and sometimes covered in hair all over. According to some traditions, the domovye take on the appearance of current or former owners of the house and have a grey beard, sometimes with tails or little horns.
So basically, Robin Williams. Anyway, I don’t understand what anyone’s saying in this, but there’s running and shooting and some band that sounds like Evanescence. Plus, Russian talk sounds kinda sounds like a record being played backward, so that’s pretty metal.

A domovoi is a house spirit in Slavic folklore.
Weird, cuz “homoboi” is Zac Efron’s AIM handle.
Alternate title: The Bjorn Identity
Sarah Palin can see that movie from her house.
Russian sounds like someone with a cleft palate, a sinus infection, and a “Peking turtle” attempting to ask for the key to the restroom.
In former Soviet Union trailer watches you.
Other than the weak music played over the clip, it looks interesting.
The Dow dropped below 9K for the first time since 2003. 2003! Now that’s a fucking bloodbath!
LiVance, I don’t mean to kill your afternoon readership, but Who’s the Man is on Comedy Central right now. Dr. Dre and Ed Lover. Comedy just got a blowjob.
Большой! Я добираюсь, чтобы использовать это снова!
Этот – для Товарища Эрсви.
Fuck you Jack! I ain’t falling for it this time.
And who cares that you get to use Babelfish again? DAMN!
Fuck вы, fag драмы!
Я использую это, чтобы послать мгновенные сообщения Sarah Palin.
Перевод не точная наука.
If you stand on your head and read Jack!’s posts while looking at them in a mirror, you still can’t read them. Fuck You you Siberian Assholes!
Длинные линии, бедность и водка. Это – то, почему я люблю мать Россия!
Если три из Вас потрудились переводить это, я встретил мою долю.
You’ve met your share, Jack.
Мой Новый BFF Париса Хилтона – мой любимый показ.
Я задаюсь вопросом, легче ли российские женщины соблазнить в тройки?
Российские женщины походят на прекрасное вино, в этом они любят это в заднице.
Why would you choose her Burnsy? The way she looks like a raccoon in nightvision?
Вы все знаете мы теперь контролируется C I A, правом?
Hey, I didn’t watch the Berlin Wall fall on TV so you assholes could come in here and speak that there commie talk. Next thing I know y’alls gonna start speakin’ French or sumptin’.
¿¿Que Paso??
I think I broke the site I was using…It was probably made in Taiwan.
More importantly, which one of you is Sara?
*Pauly takes .357 magnum out of desk. Loads single round in wheel, spins it, and puts it to his head. Pulls trigger*
[click]
Fuck! Who’s next?
Never feed your Domovois after midnight. Same for fat chicks.
*puts down piss boot, takes gun from Pauly, points it at MISSOULTAKER*
Пожалуйста работайте.
Has everybody remembered to laugh at their Jew friends today?
Burnsy,
I have X 3.
Pauly, Didi Mao!
What Jew friends? Oh, right!
Points at all known Jew FDers and laughs.
Jokes on you, Burnsy. I have no Jew friends!
Are there even any Jewish Drunkards? Or are we just that good?
Pauly,
Technically, we ALL are, if you read their propaganda.
*takes a bite out of a pickled pig’s foot*
Happy Yom Kippur!
I think Stoney is a Jew.
Check his dick.
Stoney’s a Jew. Fuck if I don’t remember who else. Jack!’s Parents loved Yom Kippur, BTK.
If I could invent a time machine and go back and nail one F-list celebrity from 1992, it would definitely be Karen Duffy.
Burnsy, Marisa Tomei or Rene Russo circa 1992. Also Marisa Tomei circa 2008. Not so much w/ Rene Russo. It’s sad that she’s getting old and haggard.
That reminds me, I’d like to announce that Marisa Tomei is now eligible to be inducted with the 2009 class of Burnsy’s Hollywood Cougar Hall of Fame.
Hey Burnsy, so’s ya mother!
BOOSH!
Hey вы fucking гомосексуалисты!
Bumsen Sie Sie Kerle und Ihre russische sprechende Homosexuellkeit
Don’t fucking talk about 1992. I got married in 1992.
1992 was that one year, remember? Yeah, me too.
1992 was the first year that I could legally drink so no, I don’t really remember that year.
*Jack! walks in, notices an hour old post about his dead parents, and walks right back out*
{runs up to table, grabs gun, slams whisky shot puts gun to temple, pulls trigger (click) points to balls, pulls trigger (click)}
YyyyYYYaaarrrrghhh!!!! I’m OUTTA conTROOOOOLLL!!!
{smashes nose with gun, runs out of room}
*A muffled sobbing is heard from outside*
Hey guys! What’s that sobbing noise? Is Jack forcing himself on some underage girl aga . . .
Again, do we know for sure that the FBI ISN’T monitoring this site?
{a stumbling mumbling sobbing drunk DM plops on curb next to Jack!}
I know man! I know!
Man!
Here, have a drink!
I love you man!
In 1992 I was 10 and doing hood rat stuff, such as, smoking my step-dad’s roaches, breaking into cars, and stealing single bulbs off of Christmas light strands to make them all go out.
{a loud triple clicking is heard on phone line}
What do you mean erswi?
{a pencil frantically scribbling on paper can barely be heard}
The W. trailer looked into this trailer’s eyes and saw goodness in its soul.
In 1992 is was nearly twice your age uaPly and doing the exact same thing.
Point ME!
DM, your av just fully grasped the realization of the implications of my inquiry.
Sorry . . . that nukka now knowz!
In 1992 a young Chris Hansen doing reporting for the lo0cal ABC affiliiate cornered me in a park restroom and fingered my pink parts.
There’s Noooo durster/
Like Crappy dursting!
There’s no durster/
I knooooowww!!
Watch him/
as he fucks up/
this whole damn thread!
Put’s is ass straight/
To bed!
Because that Crappy/
Sure blooooooowwwss!
I haven’t seen this much cyrillic writing in one place since the Tallinn Military Cemetery.
whackety shmackety doooo
okay, so.. It’s not about small, hairy, horned house spirits and their bloodthirsty hijinks? Well. No thank you Russia.