Wuthering Heights
A new Emily Brontë adaptation from Saltburn director Emerald Fennell. Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi star.
Looking back at when I wrote about Promising Young Woman1 and Saltburn2, it feels like I want to like Emerald Fennell’s work and never quite do. There’s always something missing, lots of razzle dazzle but a hollow core.
This one is sadly no different, if anything it might be her worst piece of work. I’m not even sure what I liked about it, even the much praised set design and production felt good in isolation but confused as a whole. Same goes with Charli XCX’s score, a solid effort but in the context of the film it didn’t really work.
It’s a script that wants to shock and titillate, and it does, but that’s just one note over and over again. There’s a bit of comic relief from Martin Clunes and Alison Oliver, and it’s telling that they steal the show - they provide the only break in tone or change in dynamic to the film.
A disappointingly vapid and tedious film from a director who you just know is capable of true greatness.