After watching this trailer about a dozen times in the past twenty minutes, we've come to the following conclusions:
a) As much as the Raconteurs and Dead Weather have to had to offer, there is nothing quite as satisfying as a White Stripes record.
b) We have goosebumps.
c) In a decade marred by an inordinate amount of gnarliness, it's relieving to consider that in the past ten years Meg and Jack have became bonafide rock royalty.
d) We will be insisting our loved ones pre-order the DVD—and the plush box set with which it can and should arrive—for us as a holiday gift.
Also, at the 1:09 mark, there is a guy sleeping/dead in the bed just behind those two. We caught it the twelfth time we watched.