Tragedy strikes when Heathcliff falls in love with Catherine Earnshaw, a woman from a wealthy family in 18th-century England.
Well, it’s good. If you’d smoke some weed, maybe.
They surely have some unhealthy sadistic kinks, Cathy and Heathcliff.
Actually, good. Good. Really! If you don’t take it at its face value.
On a serious note though… It’s sad, and I have no idea which side is pathetic, Hollywood or Emily Brontë.
- Emily… Well, at least she died 200 years ago at the age of 30. Still a kid. Especially given how little they did know back then, two centuries ago.
It’s a bit sad all these unhealthy infantile persceptions of what love is… yeah, sad they’re dominant among masses.
It’s interesting to compare it to Shrinking, where people talk their minds. It’s too idealistic there, but it actually shows that it’s good to talk through your problems. Here, the two could have a potentially happy marriage, if they talked through things with each other openly. Or, they could burn through this love (or better call it passion, maybe) and realise they care about each other, but they grown apart too. Like it happens in real life, you know?
In general, I can recommend it if one is able to see things in-between of what’s shown and what’s said. And not being too irritated by it. I don’t understand whether they took the book and improved it with a great style, or if they did the opposite: took a great story and mass-marketed it instead, making it for-normies as much as possible.
So far, La La Land (2016) comes to my mind first, but also check the romantic tag.
Paradoxically, Solomia was very irritated by the storyline, and I was not. She watched it rather to see what’s popular today. I did appreciate the whole thing much more. Really, I was considering whether to slap a masterpiece on the work or not. I did not purely because the whole storyline — in general — is so silly that it’s hard to take it too seriously. A drama out of nothing.