Wuthering Heights is the 2011 adaptation of Emily Brontë’s classic novel follows a boy of unknown origins who is rescued from poverty by the Earnshaw family, only to develop an intense, boundary-blurring relationship with his foster sister, Cathy.
This visceral, period drama that strips away the polished veneer often found in Brontë adaptations to focus on a raw, atmospheric experience. It also veers from the novel in that it only centers intensely on the childhood and young adulthood of Heathcliff and Catherine.
One of the film's greatest strengths was its casting, which felt significantly more accurate to the source material than previous versions. The relatively unknown lead actors delivered powerhouse performances, capturing the themes of racism, revenge, obsession, and mental health with a chemistry that felt both magnetic and deeply unsettling.
Directorially, the film is a very "artsy" endeavor, it was not dialogue-heavy, choosing instead to lean into heavy symbolism, the bleakness of the moors, and intense psychological intimacy. By completely omitting the second generation of characters found in the novel, the film narrowed its lens entirely onto the central pair's destructive bond. I noticed a poignant layer to Heathcliff’s characterization here; he was portrayed as someone permanently cast aside, forced to witness the worst in people from the shadows specifically because of his race. This added a grounded, painful reality to his descent into bitterness and vengeance.
Ultimately, while I could see the connection of the main characters, the way they expressed their love felt fundamentally unhealthy coming from a modern day lens. When I think of "romance" today, I usually envision mutual respect and happy endings, but Brontë was writing a Gothic Romance, which is a genre defined by high emotion that transcends social norms and a sense of doom where two people are "meant to be" even if it destroys them both.






