Crazy bitch Juliette Lewis gets back to her hillbilly, gun-toting role-roots, and it’s about damned time.

Another good excuse to watch the trailer and foster the hope that Hayden Panettiere’s screen-time is bloody and brief.

Dane Cook gets semi-serious and meters out some punishment (and no, it’s not another stand-up routine).

Mmmm…Who can resist those rubberised lips.

So it appears that Twitter possesses more than just the magical power to make narcissists imagine their universal relevance; apparently, the cyber cesspool of social networking can make you a film producer, too, whilst enabling indie-wunderkind Anthony Lane realise his pubescent dream of making a film that could prove as riveting as his live cam-feed – all for the smashing price of £10.

Yep. More Jason. Surely nobody’s watching these any more?

As if the first trailer-vomitus wasn’t enough to assure the free-thinking world that the cancer that is Twilight (and its associations) will inevitably defile the sanctity of all enduring traditions and literary archetypes, the second instalment of this nightmare only compounds the impending doom.