I really don't think I'm able to judge these Where the Wild Things Are posters with a clear head. Maybe with time I'll be able to, but for now, the sheer joy wonder of seeing these beasts made real fills me with such an awe-filled joy that I'm unable to think critically. It's like when I was first getting to see pornography as a kid. Right now, I would wait until my parents went to sleep, creep downstairs and watch staticy Cinemax for several hours if I thought there was the chance I'd get to see another Wild Thing. I'm almost desperate to the point where I'd try watching USA Up All Night to see a Wild Thing, even though I know they never show the full thing.