wuthering heights

What a load of shite hahahaha I went to see Wuthering Heights last night and after maybe 20 minutes I was ready to leave. It was like someone saw the Poor Things film and wanted to have a go, but tried slapping thick foundation over a big red spot. It didn’t take!!! A rare instance of child actors outshining the adults, and thereby making the adults out to be insincere for the bulk of the film. A soundtrack that sounded like too many cooks in the kitchen. Or two songs playing at once. A script that sounded wrong in the mouths of the actors. All the sex, paint by numbers. And no ghosts, no hauntings. Nothing of the eternal obsession that gave the original story its legacy. Flat, annoying, alive. But worse than any of that, I don’t think Emerald Fennell should make films about class. If being upper class has given her a kink for poor lads with earrings, I don’t think I need to see a film about it, yanno? I had this very dark realisation halfway through, wondering how long there was left to go, when it dawned on me: I was more interested in seeing how Amazon went about making Melania Trump propaganda when I went to see that last week than I was in seeing how Emerald Fennel had a go making her own Wuthering Heights. Thats so bad isn’t it. Not enjoyment mind you, just interest. Waste of money on my part for seeing it, waste of money on everyone’s part for making it. If I don’t see a good film in the next seven days I am never watching a film again in my life so help me god HAPPY VALENTINES DAY