This is a trailer for a "movie" that someone is supposedly making called Dimitri The Lover about that dude who left the voicemail message heard 'round the world. NSFW language, so headphones UP.
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The second worst part about this, after the part where that dude actually exists, is the fact that no matter how gross this "movie" (and I am still not convinced that the word "movie" really applies here, nor am I convinced that Dimitri didn't make this himself) makes him look--no matter how much of a Real Life Sex Criminal who belongs in Actual Goblin Jail--you know he is so proud of and so PUMPT for this. Like, here is a sample conversation:
Dimitri: They're making a movie about me, man.
Friend: Sure, Dimitri, but the movie depicts you--pretty accurately--as an oversexed, obscene, genuine human nightmare who is despicable.
Dimitri: Whatever, bro, are there any movies about you?
Friend: Well, no, but there are also movies about Hitler and Hurricane Katrina. I am not convinced that having a movie about you automatically makes you a good thing. In fact, especially when it comes to documentaries, there is a long tradition of making movies specifically about the horrific things that no one--
Dimitri: --I'm probably going to choke to death on pussy I'm so fucking famous right now.
Friend: I can never remember why we are friends.
Word for word, probably. We really need to be more careful about feeding the nightmares, World.
