Film

Wuthering Heights

Name: Wuthering Heights
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 2011
Cast: Kaya Scodelario, James Howson, Solomon Glave, Shannon Beer, Steve Evets

Andrea Arnold strips the gothic romance out of Brontë's novel and leaves the cruelty. Shot handheld on 16mm, mostly wordless, drenched in mud and weather, this is Heathcliff and Cathy as feral children first, doomed lovers a distant second. It's slow, sensory, and genuinely upsetting in places — closer to social realism than costume drama. Not for anyone wanting swooning or a score.

TMDb rating

5.9

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