So it is clear that I'm wallowing in a trough of winter depression - the irrefutable evidence? I've pulled out Wuthering Heights as the only book that might possibly cheer me up. Although I'm mildly disturbed that the thing that gets me out of dark patches is to read about twisted, disturbed, maniacal people destroying the well-bred and happy, that is what seems to work.
If only someone, somewhere, would film a version that doesn't treat the book like some sort of doomed Harlequin romance recognizable as Wuthering Heights primarily because of the picturesquely bleak setting and the fact that the Strong Silent Type is called 'Heathcliff', I could Netflix my winter blues away instead of struggling, yet again, to read that damned Joseph's damned dialect while surrounded by too many damned people on the damned train.
But alas - I've never found an appropriately close adaptation and so read it I must, because what fun is the book before Heathcliff goes completely nutter and starts social engineering the second generation? Sure, there is the destruction of his wife and the humiliation of Catherine's pathetic spouse before he gets around to serious post-Catherine damage, but is that enough?
It is not.
Of course, if I've missed a truly dark and twisted film version that bothers with the long stretch of Heathcliff's life after Katherine dies, I want to hear about it.
2 comments:
have you seen the ralph fiennes/juliette binoche version?
i can't recall if it's bonkers but it has ralph fiennes in it - it has to be nuts.
No, but Netflix will soon know of my need to do so!
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