I’m not sure whether it is offensive or complimentary to be so good at portraying a stripper that you are offered a job in the lapdancing club you are filming in. I guess we should be thankful that Kristen Stewart wasn’t approached by Team Vampire after seeing her in Twilight to make her into a real life vampire girlfriend.

After the major flop (in my eyes) that was Eat Pray Love, Julia Roberts is all set to star opposite the numerous award winner, Meryl Streep. Deserved? Hmm, I’ll have a think about it.

Imagine that all that was once gold has turned to rusty iron. Yeah, it’s bad, but most of us have too many responsibilities and not enough in the bank, to just go swanning off for a year. But say if you were an unhappy, attractive American woman with money to spare who longs to “marvel at something”, then you probably wouldn’t find yourself laying about in your pjs, picking fluff out of your bellybutton. Most likely you would go galavanting off into the sunset. Puh-lease. Come back to the real world, Julia Roberts.

Valentine’s Day eh? There’s no getting away from the hatred of it. Either you’re not in a relationship and you’re sick of being reminded of the fact, or you are and you’re sick of being reminded that you’re not the lover you should be. It’s lose/lose. And no number of happy cuddly bears are going to change that. Nothing demonstrates this collective bitterness better than the natural reaction to Valentine’s Day – Garry Marshall’s sugar-coated tale of romance and heartbreak.

If the results of Radio Times’ latest poll are anything to go by, men might actually descend from Mars and women may hail from Venus. The magazine’s quest to discover the nation’s favourite film sirens saw Ursula Andress top the list voted by men, with Audrey Hepburn triumphing in the women’s poll.

Valentine’s Day eh? There’s no getting away from the hatred of it. Either you’re not in a relationship and you’re sick of being reminded of the fact, or you are and you’re sick of being reminded that you’re not the lover you should be. It’s lose/lose. And no number of happy cuddly bears are going to change that. Nothing demonstrates this collective bitterness better than the natural reaction to Valentine’s Day – Garry Marshall’s sugar-coated tale of romance and heartbreak.

For those who can’t quite face the horrors of watching Valentine’s Day on Valentine’s Day, you’ll be glad to know that another option is at hand. Pretty Woman is getting a limited re-release on Valentine’s Day, celebrating 21 years (21 years?!) of moulding women into whatever you want them to be.

Nothing says “ha, you’re alone and I’m not” like the plastic joys of Valentine’s Day. Shops have suddenly been innundated with bears holding bows and arrows (in a non-terrifying way, apparently), DVDs starring Hugh Grant are half-price and if the chocolate you’re eating isn’t red and shaped like one of your organs, you probably don’t deserve to liveD

Tom Hanks is about to take his place behind the camera again to direct another rom-com called Larry Crowne, starring Julia Roberts and Mr. Hanks himself.

And so another decade comes to a close. Come with us down memory lane as we recall the snakes-and-ladders-esque ups and downs of Hollywood’s movers and shakers from 2000-2010.