So then I went to the movies last night. And am going to go again tonight. WACKY! So here's my review for the first outing:
Wuthering Heights (2012) in 25 words or less:
I didn’t think it was possible to make Wuthering Heights too broody. I was wrong. Visually arresting, but too wordless and atmospheric to be engaging. D.
When I ran this review by the friend I saw the movie with, she said "That's a pretty kind review. You should probably add a warning that there are some hard moments to watch. But then again saying outright that animals die and there's kind of a brief flirtation with necrophilia may be too harsh." Consider yourselves warned. Really, it's more like two movies: a gorgeous nature documentary about the Yorkshire Downs, intercut with a very dark and largely wordless tale of obsession and destruction. I liked the former better than the latter. But your mileage may vary. Certainly many of the metacritics liked it. Ah, well.