I confess that as of this writing, I have not read Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights. I have also not seen the celebrated 1939 film adaptation. I will, however, venture a guess that neither had the female protagonist perform an auto-erotic exercise. Emerald Fennell's Wuthering Heights is wine mom erotica. It turns what is held up as a literary classic into a low-rent Harlequin paperback with less intelligence.
The Earnshaw family was once wealthy but has now fallen on hard times. They have managed to hold onto their estate, Wuthering Heights, but not much else. Mr. Earnshaw (Martin Clunes) has a surprise gift for his haughty daughter, Cathy. It is a street urchin that she names "Heathcliff". He displaces Cathy's playmate-cum-lady-in-waiting Nelly, the illegitimate daughter of a lord. "I suppose he'll fall in love with me", she declares.
Many years pass. Heathcliff (Jacob Elordi) has grown to a tall, thin, hunky man. Cathy (Margo Robbie) has grown to a smugger and more obnoxious bitch. She may toy with her hunky plaything. However, Cathy is desperate for wealth and escape. Fortunately, the new neighbors will provide a way out. Wealthy merchant Edgar Linton (Shazad Latif) is the perfect stooge for this designing woman. Edgar's ward Isabella (Alison Oliver) is no match for our wily adventuress. She will marry Edgar despite being in erotic throes about Heathcliff. In a mix of heartbreak and rage, Heathcliff flees Wuthering Heights.
Five years pass. Cathy and Edgar are respectable but still childless. This allows Nelly (Hong Chau) to stay alongside Cathy. Nelly occasionally throws shade at the mistress of the manor. Nelly has also arranged years earlier for Heathcliff to overhear snippets of conversation where Cathy denounces him. Cathy, however, had also expressed conflict about whether to follow her heart or her purse. Now, Heathcliff has returned. He is wealthy. He is influential. He is still hunky. Despite her new pregnancy, Cathy and Heathcliff being a lurid sexual affair. Heathcliff also draws Isabella into his web of sex games. Heathcliff and Isabella's liaison is so sadomasochistic that even Nelly is shocked when finding her employer's ward behaving like a literal dog. Will Cathy and Heathcliff break through to find their erotic passions fulfilled? Will death separate our twisted lovers?
I was in the minority in finding Promising Young Woman a revolting piece of trash. I thought the same of writer/director Emerald Ferrell's second film, Saltburn. I was not in the minority for that one. With her third film, I find that Emerald Ferrell is obsessed with sex and does not care who knows it. I cannot imagine that Emily Bronte would have liked seeing Cathy pleasuring herself or getting serviced by Heathcliff's tongue in her nether regions.
Did I mention that Cathy is pregnant when Heathcliff uses his tongue on her vajayjay?
I suppose it takes a great skill to make Fifty Shades of Grey look downright virginal compared to Ferrell's adaptation. It takes a certain cinematic vision to make Isabella rolling around like a dog, complete with chains, reflect Bronte's Victorian vision for womanhood. Ferrell figured that she was being clever with how Isabella came across. "You're a dog in a manger!" Isabella screams at her when Cathy warns her not to involve herself with the hunky Heathcliff. We then saw that Isabella willingly let herself be chained up and behave like a dog.
I figured that Isabella, as played by Alison Oliver, was already a loon. Is that how she was in the novel? I am less inclined to read Wuthering Heights after seeing this.
It would be uncharitable of me to not find some good things in Wuthering Heights. The costumes were elaborate. Excessively so, but elaborate, nonetheless. The film is as fixated with fog as Heathcliff is in getting into Cathy's corsets. There is lots of fog and shadows floating about. Wuthering Heights aims for atmosphere. It occasionally hits that target.
In every other aspect, Wuthering Heights is trash. This is the first film Jacob Elordi has appeared in after his Best Supporting Actor nomination for Frankenstein. The man is hunky. He is tall. He is beautiful to look at. Those, however, are the full extents of his cinematic abilities. He speaks all his lines in this curious, dare I say careless whisper. I cannot fathom why he and Farrell thought that made any sense. Even what should be his climatic speech cursing Cathy's soul is spoken in this sotto voce manner. No matter what the situation, Jacob Elordi made Marlon Brando's Don Corleone sound thunderous by comparison.
To misquote Dorothy Parker, Jacob Elordi in Wuthering Heights ran the gamut of emotions from A to A-.
One thing that I noticed and that I found unintentionally hilarious was Elordi's earring. When he first returns to Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff's piercing is a small gold stud. In his next scene, it is slightly larger. After that, it grew to a hoop. It was to where I thought that by the end, it would be platter-size. I found the whole earring thing odd. I grant that it was a curious thing to fixate on. However, I do not know exactly why Heathcliff's piercing seemed to grow each time he appeared.
I think Margot Robbie saw how her steamy, hunky costar was comatose in his performance. That may be why she decided to go the opposite route. I will not say that Robbie was overacting. She was not acting either. She just appeared to decide to flail around, hoping that being whiny would help her find a character. Robbie is a competent actress. She, unlike Elordi, can act and has shown that she can create a character. Wuthering Heights is not that showcase for Margot Robbie. She cannot make Cathy's self-absorption and arrogance either infuriating or sympathetic. She is just whiny. She is a ninny. She is too mannered. It is a bad performance.
Martin Clunes is one-note as Mr. Earnshaw despite using two tones: loud and soft. I cannot figure how audiences would not laugh at him bellowing out "I AM THE KINDEST MAN ALIVE AND YOU TREMBLE AT ME!" when he starts giving child Heathcliff a whipping. I know that it was meant to show Earnshaw as unaware. It just made it all look like farce.
Hong Chau is the only one who does not embarrass herself as Nelly. She communicates so much with just a glance. Even when Cathy dismisses her from service, you can see in Chau's performance that Nelly has a few cards left to play to keep her position. Chau also throws some of the best lines in the film. "If I were in Heaven, I would be so miserable," Robbie's Cathy declares when describing her conflict about Heathcliff. "Because you don't belong there," Chau's Nelly deadpans. Later, Cathy whines, "I think you like to see me cry". "Not half as much as you like crying", Nelly snaps coldly. Her reaction to Isabella's degradation reveals the shock at something even her calculating mind could not have conceived. It also reveals genuine sadness at Isabella's condition.
There is no eroticism or romance in Wuthering Heights. I laughed at the sex montage. The people behind me were also laughing when Heathcliff takes Isabella on the dining room table. I will concede that I have not read Wuthering Heights. It has a lofty reputation. I do not, however, imagine that the 2026 film adaptation will achieve that same lofty reputation.
Who knew Emily Bronte was such a super freak?
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