Emerald Fennell’s Wuthering Heights is a visually striking study of destructive passion that’s equal parts sweaty and tawdry. Make no mistake: this isn’t your great-grandmother’s version of the 18th-century classic. Fennell cranks up the heat, the spectacle, and the emotional chaos, delivering an adaptation that’s spicier, showier, and far more unrestrained than traditional interpretations. But honestly, that’s not a bad thing. The film is utterly entertaining, trading some of that “dryness” for a delirious ride that’s impossible to look away from. And truly, the fun is the point. It’s fun to watch these characters stumble through their early infatuations, and it’s even more fun to witness the toxic, almost feral ways they tear into each other later. Is it all played up a bit too much? Sure. But it’s Emerald Fennell, the filmmaker behind Saltburn afterall. Like her previous work, she infuses every frame with a distinct visual flair. Sweeping landscapes, lush production design, and bold stylistic choices dominate. Some gaudy, some gorgeous, and some just gleefully absurd (that giant strawberry?). The film’s decadent aesthetic is matched by a cast fully committed to the madness. Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi sink their teeth into the material, clearly relishing the chance to bring such twisted, heightened emotions to life. Most importantly, they have chemistry - without which the entire film would collapse. Thankfully, it doesn’t. Instead, their dynamic becomes the engine powering Fennell’s operatic impulses. In the end, it’s a movie that will likely divide literary purists but utterly enthrall viewers who appreciate bold reinterpretations. It’s messy, maximalist, and magnetic. And above all, it’s a film that will leave you more than a little breathless!