House of Fools (Дом дураков)

This film is based on a true story.

In 1996, during the first Chechen war,

the bordering region of lngushetia

was threatened with invasion by Chechen detachments.

A psychiatric hospital was located near this border.

The inmates lived their lives unaware of the coming events.

Persona, Hachette Premiere et Cie and Bac Films

present a Russian-French co-production

with the support of

the Ministry of Culture of Russia

Julia Vysotsky

Sultan lslamov

Stanislav Varkki

Elena Fomina

Marina Politseimako

Special guest: Bryan Adams

and Eugeni Mironov

A film by Andrei Konchalovsky

HOUSE OF FOOLS

Casting: Alexander Aronin

Make-up artist: Nina Kolodkina

Costumes: Svetlana Volter

Production designer: Lubov Skorina

Editor: Olga Grinshpun

Original score: Edward Artemiev

Director of photography: Sergei Kozlov

Executive producer: louri Grishin

Producers:

Felix Kleiman Andrei Konchalovsky

Written and directed by: Andrei Konchalovsky

What are you morons ogling at?

Who takes those trains these days?

Nothing but cheap dealers.

Everyone's smuggling stuff somewhere.

Russia's got the clothing fever.

And our Little Nell

is posing like some Greek statue in the Pushkin Museum.

Ever heard of that museum, you shitheads?

Cleaning detail, finish up. The rest of you, get to bed.

You hear me?

Yes, sir!

So, you losers, seen enough?

Had your little fix? Shame on you.

War and stupidity will feed this generation.

A generation of junkies and trash.

I spit in your faces.

"Thunder rumbles on the front

"My boots tramp on regardless

"Charge, onwards to the enemy!"

Wipe that up, please.

Get lost, scumbag.

Wipe it up.

I spit on you all,

the runts and the tyrants,

Iinks in the chain of strength trampling my homeland!

Physical abuse is illegal.

That's a violation of the law

on psychiatric care

and the rights of the citizen

adopted in July 1992

by the Supreme Soviet.

-Wipe it up! -I'll do it!

Wait.

Leave her alone. She has bad nerves.

-She spat, she cleans it up. -Who do you think you are?

To give me orders!

You maniac, schizophrenic

bald scribbler!

Maniac, schizophrenic,

bald scribbler!

A man must not force a woman.

You animal! Goddamn screw! Flunky!

In the camp, guys like you

were smothered under mattresses.

-Get up! -Come on!

You're humiliating humanity.

Your turn will come one day.

Just wait a while

and we'll change places.

I'll spit and you'll wipe it up.

"Sit down by my side

"Take me in your arms and sing

"l feel so alone without you

"But complete when you're near"

Open up! Who locked me in?

Crazy bitch.

"Sit down by my side..."

Good morning, my love.

He's covered in fly shit again.

Damn things! I thought I'd killed them all.

I dreamt he sang me love songs again.

I dreamt of cocks again.

Cocks with wings like angels flying all around me.

He's missing me so much.

I can tell he's waiting for me.

Give it a rest. I bet he already has a wife.

Are you stupid, Lucia, or what?

She's a girlfriend. He doesn't love her.

He knows he has a fiancee in Russia.

For the wedding day,

I'll buy a big white hat. Hats really suit me.

Lucia! There! There it is!

Bastard! I'll beat the shit out of you!

Quiet!

It's dead.

Stop pushing.

You're not getting through, I'm next!

-What about your toilet? -Flooded again.

You'll crap all over ours again.

Have you seen Goga?

You haven't seen him?

Goga!

We'll miss our turn!

Have you seen Goga anywhere?

-Has Mahmud been here? -Yeah, but he's gone again.

Where's my place? He was keeping it.

Get to the back of the line, Citizen Atanessian.

Hey, Tut-tut, come out now! Shorty's going to burst.

You were keeping my place? Where am l?

I was here before anyone for you.

Gangway!

Stop! Let Goga through.

I'm going nowhere.

Never!

No privileges here!

This is the women's toilet.

Come on, Shorty's bursting.

A real mafia, selling places in line.

Get out of there, bitch! I have a bladder!

Here, this is for later.

And that's for you so you won't be jealous.

Lucia told me everything.

Just think!

Be quiet or there'll be trouble! Understand?

See you.

See you.

Doctor,

are we eating with the women again?

Don't you like it?

Oh, we do!

If you behave,

you can eat with them every day.

That's a violation

of the rules governing psychiatric care.

Vika, our rules

were written ages ago.

In America,

they've done it for years.

The quiet patients eat together.

It has a beneficial effect.

But if you'd rather eat alone, that's no problem.

Doctor, can you give me something

so I don't need to poo?

I'm sick to death

of having to queue every day.

You can't have it all, Mahmud.

Life's like that.

Like what?

Well...

It's when new shit is produced every day.

Nothing to laugh about.

That definition

has a certain depth to it.

Misha!

Wait!

Roustam, watch Vika closely!

Do your best!

1, 2, 3, 4...

Go on! Well done, Zoia!

Now, the bridge!

Let's stop and do the bridge! Lie down!

Heads towards me!

Good, Lucia!

Well done! Congratulations!

Zoia's the best at it.

Vika, careful!

You'll break your neck!

Janna, look, I'm a yogi!

Well done, Shorty! Give him a round of applause.

Well done, Shorty!

Give him a big hand!

It wasn't me!

Hurray! We're burning!

"Two guitars behind the wall

"Strike up a sad song...

"You and I lie together

"On a narrow bed

"You stare at the ceiling

"And seem to count the flies

"l feel so lonely

"And you don't even see"

Can I have your porridge?

-Who's that? -Grandpa.

A tooth!

A tooth in my porridge!

A human tooth!

You know what this means, comrades?

Imagine what they're feeding us if our teeth are falling out.

I want to know.

Who did this?