Every teenage girl that gets into Victorian literature is assigned a Brontë sister to relate to. There are the Charlottes, who love their passionate and plain heroine in Jane Eyre and the mad first wife stalking the attic. And then there are the Emilys, who worship the deliciously messed up, pseudo-incestuous doomed love affair between Cathy and Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights.
Personally I’m a Charlotte, so I know better to rile up the Emilys. But Emerald Fennell doesn’t seem to care, as her film adaptation of Wuthering Heights continues to infuriate fans of the book. If they were already furious about the casting and the set photos, the teaser trailer (which dropped last night) has sent them into an orbit of apoplexy.
