Often, when a film is as delayed as Where The Wild Things Are was, it ends up being the sort of film you go to laugh at, not learn from.
But, watching the finished cut, you'll understand exactly why it was pushed back. And it's not quality control.
Because Where The Wild Things Are is a brave and stunning experiment.
It's adapted from one of the most successful kids books of all time, but it's not the kids' movie Warner Brothers would have wanted. It's a movie about being a kid, and it's for cult audiences to adore.
It's not an easy sell. It's not one of those kids' flicks packed with grown-up gags that nod and wink to the parents in the crowd. The inevitable Happy Meal tie-in will feel insincere.
There's no sentiment here, no whimsy. This is as brutal and realistic a depiction of how cruel and confusing childhood can be as we've seen. Kids will enjoy it, sure, but it'll take both hindsight and insight to get the most out of it. It's layered, elegiac, honest, and - dare we say it - intensely profound.
And it stars blokes in big monster costumes, go figure. No wonder the studio suits were baffled.
But emotional complexity isn't the only thing that would've held it back...