Yet another remake of the romantic classic Wuthering Heights.   It's a book I've read several times, and each time it's a rich tapestry of  mood, nuance, thwarted emotions, sexual tension and passionate unrequited love.   

Now we have Margo Robbie who looks like a blonde hausfrau rather than the wild dark slip of a girl that was Cathy,  (and at 35 she's too old looking IMO)  a soundtrack from Hell and a Fifty Shades of Shagfest.   I mean, this shouldn't be allowed.  Half the magic of the original was the passion between Healthcliff and Cathy, the doomed love affair that never really was.   I don't want to see Heathcliff's thrutching buttocks or Cathy's tits. I want my own imagination to run barefoot through the whole movie. 

That bouquet looks like one of those cheap Temu nappy things you buy shaped as flowers.