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Directed by the Oscar-winning filmmaker Andrea Arnold ("Fish Tank"), "Wuthering Heights" (Oscilloscope) takes a daringly po-mo approach to the Bronte tale of Heathcliff and Catherine, out there on the wiley, windy moors. With its minimal dialogue and artily framed shots, in and out of focus, the film has a Terence Malick feel to it.
Doing the Christian thing, Catherine's father Mr. Earnshaw (Paul Hilton), brings young, feral orphan Heathcliff (Solomon Glave) home and offers him a place to stay at Wuthering Heights. Unfortunately, his children Catherine (Shannon Beer) and Hindley (Lee Shaw) aren't as receptive.
It doesn't take Catherine long to warm up to Heathcliff and the young duo begins to spend time together. Catherine connects with Heathcliff's non-conformist spirit. A sexual attraction also develops between the two. Following the death of Mr. Earnshaw, Hindley takes control of running the house and continues to treat Heathcliff without respect, reducing him to servant status and brutalizing him on a regular basis. In spite of Hindley's disapproval Catherine and Heathcliff's relationship continues to evolve.
Seasons change as Catherine grows into a young lady. Hindley takes more control of her life, steering her further away from Heathcliff and into the arms of landed gentry such as young Edgar (Jonathan Powell ). When Catherine accepts Edgar's proposal of marriage it signals an end to any future with Heathcliff, leading him into exile.
Heathcliff (James Howson) returns, a self-made man, and pays a visit to Cathy (Kaya Scodelario), lady of the house to husband Edgar (James Northcote). The electricity between them
is still palpable and Heathcliff vows to never leave her again. But as anyone with even a modest familiarity with the story knows, it's not meant to be. Focusing on the obsession, cruelty and brutality of the story, in equal measure, this version of "Wuthering Heights" is as far from Sir Laurence Olivier and Merle Oberon as you can get. While Arnold's vision for this version is an admirable experiment, it is ultimately unsatisfying, bordering on pretentious. Arnold is better off sticking with the contemporary stories she tells so well.