How does one adapt one of the greatest classic novels of all time into a film? Director Emerald Fennell has been clear from the start: what she’s made is her 14-year-old self’s interpretation of the book.
But if teenage Fennell was dreaming about the sort of stuff she’s put in Wuthering Heights, then we should perhaps all be slightly worried. This is a film that puts a rocket under the word maximalism; it is a LOT.
