As an adult and a college graduate, I still reserve the right to hang movie posters around my house. Because some of them are awesome.

Some of them, however, look like projects from a 10th-grade computer course, with only a generous "C plus" missing from each corner. Artistic intention is hijacked by contractual obligation and studio interference, then raped by Photoshop, until audiences end up with deformed bodies, illegible billing blocks, and migraine-inducing visual collages. The following are the worst of the worst from the few first months of 2010.