"One Day" Poster: Tiger Beat for Adults?

When I opened my New York Times Book Review section this Sunday, I almost went back to recheck the newspaper's nameplate.  For tucked in the middle was a large, fold-out poster advertising the forthcoming film One Day. 

If the paper had only been glossy I would have been sure that I was reading Tiger Beat.  (Remember those gorgeous glossy posters of David Cassidy and Bobby Sherman?)

But what was an adult reader to do with this sepia-via-hipstamatic-app poster of Anne Hathaway kissing Jim Sturgess? 

Magnetize it to my fridge? 

(Too large: I'd never get the door open.) 

Tape it to my bedroom wall? 

Well, possibly, as the image does  k i n d  o f  evoke that Robert Doisneau photo, but without all those pesky Parisian passersby in the background. 
   

But I hope I've moved beyond those kinds of aspirational love posters.  Definitely beyond tape, that's for certain.

Ponder the (desperately) aggressive book-to-film promotion? 

The novel by David Nicholls, which I read earlier this year, was pure nostalgia for me, as much of it was set in the decade of my maturing: the mid-to-late 1980s.  I recognized--no--had lived the songs, the dropped names, the atmosphere.  The novel was a combination of New Order and Thirtysomething, if you can imagine Gary (Peter Horton) and Melissa (Melanie Mayron) dancing to "Perfect Kiss."

Meilssa and Gary are on the far right of this image.

    

When I saw New Order in concert, they were this grumpy too.

For now, gentle readers, the poster remains folded.  I have read the reviews on each side--Jennifer Grant's book on her father, Cary; a history of American comics featuring the Yellow Kid, the, umm--father--of Yellow Journalism; and two versions of the apocalypse.

Will I feel the urge to reopen the poster, to place it somewhere other than the recycling bin?

Perhaps one day.

(But probably not.)