It is the dawn of a new decade, a time for reflection and self-improvement. In that spirit, I humbly submit my list of movie-related resolutions, complete with links. If you'd like to suggest any New Year's resolutions for me, yourself or anyone else, feel free to drop me a line.

I resolve to watch Furry Vengeance with an open mind. (Really, I do.) I will extend the same courtesy to the upcoming remake of The Karate Kid, starring Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith.

I resolve to try to contain my excitement over The Expendables, the new thriller starring a dream team of big-screen action heroes: Sylvester Stallone, Mickey Rourke, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Bruce Willis, Jet Li, Jason Statham, Dolph Lundgren and "Stone Cold" Steve Austin.

I resolve not to hate movies simply because Michael Bay made them. Just kidding! I have no predispositions when it comes to Mr. Bay or anyone else. He might reasonably wonder if critics see red at the mere mention of his name, but in reality he makes it very easy. The next time he makes a great film, I will be the first to applaud him.

I resolve to take Roger Ebert's opinions a bit less seriously. His prose, however, remains impeccable.

I resolve to read more reviews by Kelly Vance of the East Bay Express, despite our wildly divergent takes on The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. (Review coming soon!) Another critic to follow: Jeffrey Anderson of Combustible Celluloid.

I resolve to catch the RZA's directorial debut just as soon as it's humanly possible.

I resolve not to become a quote whore.

I resolve to buy tickets to the long-awaited Soundgarden reunion. (How is that related to movies? Beats me. But if the Internet Movie Database can run with the story, so can I.)

I resolve to see Christopher Walken, Sam Rockwell, Zoe Kazan and The Hurt Locker's Anthony Mackie in the new play from In Bruges author Martin McDonagh.

I resolve to send best wishes to the fourth installment of the Bourne series, which recently suffered a crushing blow.

I resolve to report all the news that's fit to print, including the controversy surrounding Mel Gibson's How I Spent My Summer Vacation.

I resolve to pay attention to District 9 director Neill Blomkamp, who vows to avoid big-budget Hollywood tentpoles.

Finally, I resolve to stop biting my fingernails. It's an unattractive habit, whether in the privacy of the home or a darkened theater. Happy New Year!