“Wuthering Heights” – sensually daring Margot Robbie

Wuthering Heights is a gritty, wild, and incredibly seductive historical novel like nothing you’ve ever seen.

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Review

Emerald Fennell’s Wuthering Heights isn’t a book adaptation—it’s a fever dream drenched in lust, longing, and moorland fog. Fennell, best known for the razor-sharp thrillers Promising Young Woman and Saltburn, directs, writes, and produces this version with Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi at the vortex of its storm.

Rewriting the Gothic Canon

From the trailer, we know this isn’t Jane Eyre in disguise—this is Wuthering Heights stripped of Victorian hushed tones and injected with modern heat. Robbie’s Catherine and Elordi’s Heathcliff are propelled not just by dark love, but by raw physicality. Vogue quips about the trailer’s imagery: “hands kneading bread… set to ‘Everything Is Romantic’ by Charli XCX!”. And yes—corsets, whips, and egg yolks share frame-time with the moors.

The film opens already in a maelstrom. In Dallas test screenings, audiences called it “aggressively provocative” and “tonally abrasive,” noting early scenes like a graphic public execution and unsettling close-ups that feel ripped from Saltburn’s playbook.

The Romantic Maelstrom

This isn’t a faithful retelling—it’s gothic lit reimagined by a director who famously says, just a book. Casting director Kharmel Cochrane emphasized this, noting that artistic license trumps lit-major accuracy. That freedom bleeds into every frame: Robbie and Elordi aren’t symbols of romantic repression but avatars of erotic deconstruction—Catherine not merely torn by duty, but yearning, dangerous, alive.

Robbie’s Catherine is a torn live wire—wrenching desire from across the moor, defiant yet wounded. Elordi’s Heathcliff is a storm incarnate—volatile, magnetic, and heartbreakingly miscast only if one pits this version against traditional race expectations. Critics called out that Heathcliff, described in the novel as dark-skinned and outsider, has been whitewashed. At the same time, some fans argue Fennell reinvents the story instead of reenacting it.

A Film That Dares

In an era of sanitized period pieces, Fennell’s Wuthering Heights rages. Cosmopolitan captures it: “The new adaptation… explicitly sexual… corsets, whips, overt sensuality”. And The Guardian calls it “aggressively provocative,” highlighting its stark aesthetic shifts.

The lead trio—Robbie, Elordi, Hong Chau, Alison Oliver—creates a charged atmosphere. Robbie herself described the film as “bananas… brilliant,” while Elordi called Robbie a “livewire,” explaining he almost stepped away from acting until Fennell cast him.

Lights, Camera, Emotion

Behind the lens: Linus Sandgren, weaving romantic dread into every misty moor and candlelit chamber. The soundtrack blends delicate score by Anthony Willis with raw pop from Charli XCX. Together, sound and sight evoke the novel’s destructiveness with stylized, pulsing elegance.

Polarization & Provocation

Audiences are split. For every fan crying brilliance, another sees sacrilege. One Redditor laments reliance on “shock factor over storytelling”. Yet others—especially those craving reinvention—hail it as a modern masterpiece.

This polarization is Fennell’s design. She isn’t just retelling Brontë—she’s reframing obsession through a 21st-century lens, rife with erotic liberation and emotional carnage.

 

The Verdict

If you’ve ever wondered what a Gothic romance would feel like if it were drowned in neon desire and brimmed with brazen intensity, this Wuthering Heights is for you. It’s not a balm—it’s a blister. But for those drawn to stories that crackle, bleed, and argue with you long after credits roll, this adaptation is an electrifying, divisive triumph.

Critical Voices

 

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