Just in time for Valentine’s Day, the new “Wuthering Heights” adaptation comes in like a cold wind off the moors so strong that it immediately rips your shirt or bodice wide open. Writer/director Emerald Fennell’s adaptation of Emily Brontë’s classic novel is a hot take on a story that has always been about obsession, repression, and desire curdling into something feral, only now it’s a bit more dangerous.
In other words, if you’ve ever read the novel and thought, “I wish this story was hornier,” congratulations: This movie is for you.
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