There’s something quietly defiant about loving a film you're told you shouldn’t. Sitting in a cinema, fully aware of the sniffy reviews, and thinking: actually, I don’t care. That seems to be exactly what’s happening with Wuthering Heights.
Critics may have bristled at Emerald Fennell’s bold, hyper-stylised interpretation of Emily Brontë’s sublime novel, but women are turning up in their droves and embracing it anyway. It’s already made $150 million worldwide, with reports that 76% of viewers are female. This is a film women are choosing to claim for themselves, regardless of what anyone else thinks.
