Review: WUTHERING HEIGHTS: THE HOUSE OF THE DAMNED
by Rob DiCristino
A literary classic, but make it #ScaryMovieMonth.
I was quite hard on Emerald Fennell’s recent adaptation of Wuthering Heights, a film that reimagines Emily Brontë’s gothic horror masterpiece as a series of steamy musings from a Millennial teenager’s LiveJournal. Don’t get me wrong; Fennell is well within her rights to make whatever sort of film she wants — no artist should be hamstrung by the blowhard pontifications of Some Internet Asshole, especially not one who’s seen Silent Hill as many times as I have — but as a fan of Brontë’s novel, I thought reducing a haunting tale…
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