Bullet apparently barks in Sanskirt.

Special Bonus
Quite possibly the most homoerotic dance-number in film history:

Clearly that’s Mike Sterling in the tan overcoat.

Blood Heat, 1993, Jim Mortimore
The TARDIS crew find themselves trapped in an alternate universe where the first encounter between U.N.I.T. and the Silurians played out differently, with the third Doctor dying and the Silurians taking over most of the world. With this book, the “Alternate Universe” arc starts in the New Adventures, with this and the following four books all taking place in realities that have somehow diverged from the “real” Who universe due to an unknown force meddling with time.
It’s also at around this point that the New Adventures line, for good or ill, starts to get really damn dark.

And thus are unbreakable contracts with Amway formed…

“If you’d done what I did and taken Jim Cramer’s investment advice, you wouldn’t be falling for these shady scoundrels, Mr. Tawny!”

After Billy’s “Incompetent Salesman Tiger” video became a hit on YouTube, Bill O’Reilly devoted a segment to the evils of viral videos.

“Hmm…these sub-prime mortgages seem like a sure path to riches, Billy!”

Pay Full Price
Moon: Even if it wasn’t for the criminally under-rated Sam Rockwell getting raves for this, a sci-fi drama that isn’t just an action film or a horror film in space, or one that places more emphasis on special effects looking cool being more important than story or character, is rare enough that it deserves support.

Sherlock Holmes: I’m more shocked that Guy Ritchie, by going out of his comfort zone, has apparently managed to make his first interesting looking film since Snatch. I don’t care what the haters say, this looks brilliant, and a disreputable Holmes isn’t as far out of the canon as some people like to pretend.

Taking Woodstock: Ang Lee always seems to be at his best when tackling either gay subject matter or historicals. He’s got both here, so I’m optimistic.

Armored: Ah, the old “robbing ourselves” gimmick. It’s a heist film classic move. And we’ve got a pretty impeccable cast here, too, which, let’s be honest, is the best reason to see a heist film.

Where The Wild Things Are: It looks simply beautiful, and true to the mood and feeling of the original.

Rentable
The Hurt Locker: Kathryn Bigelow has more than earned the benefit of the doubt over her career, but there’s just enough slow-motion and clumsy attempts at “guy dialogue” to make me skeptical that I want to go near this.

The Princess And The Frog: Points for effort, as I find it hard to believe that by the end of the year there won’t be a hate explosion on the internet over this film by people looking for things to be offended by. The most cringe-inducing thing I’ve seen has been the Cajun insects, and they’re not even in this trailer. I’m just incredibly over the whole Princess thing. Would it kill Disney to come up with a female lead who isn’t defined by how pretty she is?

$9.99: A little too “heart-warming” for me, and for some reason I’m getting a distinct The Secret vibe off of it. On the other hand, it’s a stop-motion film that has nothing to do in any way, shape or form with Tim Burton. So, there’s that.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Is Harry Potter even still a thing? It feels like everyone has moved on.

District 9: Not a fan of the faux-documentary style, and that looks like the only thing that differentiates this from Alien Nation.

The Proposal: Oh, Ryan Reynolds. Only you could make me think of seeing a Sandra Bullock movie.

Surrogates: My rule of thumb has been “Bruce Willis bald, think about seeing it. Bruce Willis in a toupee, avoid”. I’ve got both going on here, so I’m torn.

Akin to the Ludovico Technique
Orphan: The last good “evil child” movie was The Bad Seed, and this not only looks horribly derivative of both that and Poison Ivy of all things, they so badly telegraph the “twist” in the plot I would be more surprised if Esther doesn’t turn out to be an adult who looks like a kid.

Bruno: What’s the difference between this and a minstrel show?
No, seriously, I can’t tell the difference.

The Last International Playboy: Oh my God, you guys, privileged people have such a hard life!

Gamer: Looks like The Running Man for people afraid to let their kids play XBox.

Aliens In The Attic: There is nothing about this that looks remotely good. No, not even the Ghoulies reference.

Baby On Board: So, fart jokes and a “sassy” gay friend for the career woman in another film about pretty white people with problems that would be solved if anyone actually just asked a direct question.

Beyond A Reasonable Doubt: A Michael Douglas evil lawyer movie? Whoo. And his love interest in this will probably be young enough to be his grand-daughter.

The Ugly Truth: The unholy union of a chick flick and raunchy “guy’s guy” movie. The sixth seal has been broken.

H2: Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Humpday: Straight guys have sex! With each other! On a dare! Oh, the hilarity!

Dead Snow: Nazi zombies is a little too high concept for me.