I've never read the book, or watched any of the many adaptions made for big and small screen ... until yesterday.
On Netflix, two hours of pretty poor acting, filmed on a shaky in-yer-face video camera. God it was bleak, but it's supposed to be! This Film4's 2011 offering was wowed at the Cannes Film Festival. A story of lost love, necrophilia and incest. A blackman played by a blackman, it wouldn't happen in 2021, racism, foul language. Is this as good as it gets?
I've listen to Kate Bush again, while reading the lyrics this time. How romantic!
Any other WutheringHeightisms to look out for?