Well, as the New Year approaches, it's hard not to look back on the past 10 years and come up with a generic blog post about it all. This was, after all, the era when 3-D returned from its immersive grave, a time when Heath Ledger passed away, when Gollum impressions became cool (and then really, really annoying).

How can such a period be summed up in cinema? The 80s had Dirty Dancing, the 90s Pulp Fiction, but with Patrick Swayze dead and Tarantino past his heyday, who do we turn to as our noughties icon? Judd Apatow? I hope not. McG? Hell no. Let's just go for the traditional run-down of the 10 defining films of the decade instead - the most significant releases, mind you, not the best of the best of the best. After all, there was a lot of crap that defined this decade too. It's only fair for that to get a look in as well...

We all like a bit of mince pies and mulled wine over the Christmas period. And maybe a few presents too. I do. Except for the fact that nobody buys me anything. And I hate mince pies. So to keep the seasonal spirit alive, here's a Christmas message from the friendly folks of 44 Inch Chest. They're fun-loving, jolly men, who like nothing more than drinking, building snowmen, and getting revenge on the guy who's slept with your wife. You check out the trailer over here (it's out in January), but this is definitely a more festive thing to do.

And if you don't want Ray Winstone swearing at your granny, I recommend you look away now...

Vampires are the new indie rock bands, apparently. Our friends over at Three's a Party agree with us. So when we got our hands on a load of New Moon materials, we had no choice but to pass it to the party-planning experts and bring you this: the how-to guide for the Ultimate New Moon Party...

Lesbian kissing, male disembowelling, grey slime puking - all are found in Jennifer's Body, but these are not the things that Diablo Cody is famous for. The Oscar-winning screenwriter of Juno, Cody's claim to fame stems from her scabrous wit and ever-quotable dialogue. Popping cultural references out of her pen with serious panache, she comes up with words that are born to be used in your own conversation. But hell, half of them need some explanation. And so we bring you the definitive Diablo Cody Dictionary, a glossary of "Jennifer Speak". Forget "your eggo is preggo" and start spouting these babies...