Wuthering Heights Review: A Fashionable, yet Flawed Adaptation
Emerald Fennell has taken the classic tale of Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights and transformed it into a 20-page fashion shoot that prioritizes style over substance. The result is a film that promises much but ultimately delivers little.
At its core, this Wuthering Heights is less about the tumultuous love story between Cathy and Heathcliff and more about Fennell's own vision of what she thinks the audience wants to see on screen. Margot Robbie's portrayal of Cathy is particularly noteworthy, as her character's desires are showcased in a way that feels shallow and self-indulgent.
Heathcliff, played by Jacob Elordi, fares slightly better, but even his brooding intensity can't save this film from its overall sense of languor. Fennell's decision to omit certain key elements of the novel, such as the character of Hindley Earnshaw and the issue of Heathcliff's dark skin, only serves to highlight the film's lack of attention to detail.
One of the most striking aspects of this Wuthering Heights is its tone, which veers wildly from campy humor to pseudo-romantic sentimentality. The result feels like a 136-minute music video, with Fennell relying on Baz Luhrmann-esque style over substance.
While there are moments where this film comes close to capturing the passion and intensity of Cathy and Heathcliff's love story, they are ultimately fleeting and insufficient to save this film from its overall sense of emptiness. Ultimately, Wuthering Heights feels like a luxurious pose of unserious abandon, a shallow imitation of real emotion that leaves the audience feeling unsatisfied.
Emerald Fennell has taken the classic tale of Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights and transformed it into a 20-page fashion shoot that prioritizes style over substance. The result is a film that promises much but ultimately delivers little.
At its core, this Wuthering Heights is less about the tumultuous love story between Cathy and Heathcliff and more about Fennell's own vision of what she thinks the audience wants to see on screen. Margot Robbie's portrayal of Cathy is particularly noteworthy, as her character's desires are showcased in a way that feels shallow and self-indulgent.
Heathcliff, played by Jacob Elordi, fares slightly better, but even his brooding intensity can't save this film from its overall sense of languor. Fennell's decision to omit certain key elements of the novel, such as the character of Hindley Earnshaw and the issue of Heathcliff's dark skin, only serves to highlight the film's lack of attention to detail.
One of the most striking aspects of this Wuthering Heights is its tone, which veers wildly from campy humor to pseudo-romantic sentimentality. The result feels like a 136-minute music video, with Fennell relying on Baz Luhrmann-esque style over substance.
While there are moments where this film comes close to capturing the passion and intensity of Cathy and Heathcliff's love story, they are ultimately fleeting and insufficient to save this film from its overall sense of emptiness. Ultimately, Wuthering Heights feels like a luxurious pose of unserious abandon, a shallow imitation of real emotion that leaves the audience feeling unsatisfied.