There have been at least 14 adaptations of Emily Bronte’s novel Wuthering Heights for cinema and television dating back to 1920. The best known version is probably the 1939 classic with Laurence Olivier and Merle Oberon, which owed much of its success to the omission of almost half the tale.
Since then, there have been numerous television dramas, which have done more or less justice to the complete story, but have seldom escaped the framework of British period drama, often owing more to the spirit of Jane Austen than the wild, fevered imaginings of Bronte’s novel. A recent attempt to put the whole complex story onto the big screen, released in 1992, met with a lukewarm reception despite the presence of A-listers Juliette Binoche and Ralph Fiennes in the key roles.
Andrea Arnold’s new art house production has gone back to the tried and tested 1939 model, heavily pruning the second half of the tale and focusing primarily on the ill-starred love between the outsider Heathcliff and the flighty beauty Catherine Earnshaw. In virtually every other respect, Arnold has embarked on a bold new path. She takes considerable risks, and for the first half of the film, her approach generates plenty of excitement for its innovative presentation of a familiar tale.
The first thing that you notice is the unconventional 1.33:1 aspect ratio, which seems almost square to the now conventional 1.85:1 widescreen format. This narrow frame is effectively used to tightly crop images, giving a sense of confinement that mirrors the emotional and physical constraints of the characters’ existence. In the opening hour of the film it is used to great effect, emphasizing the brutality and barely controlled passions of the Earnshaw household where Catherine and Heathcliff, a waif brought home by Catherine’s father in a fit of somewhat misguided Christian charity, meet and fall in love.
Directed by:Andrea Arnold
Starring:Kaya Scodelario (Catherine Earnshaw), James Howson (Heathcliff), Nichola Burley (Isabella Linton), James Northcote (Edgar Linton), Shannon Beer (Young Catherine Earnshaw), Solomon Glave (Young Heathcliff)
Running Time:129 Minutes
The second point that immediately strikes the viewer is that Heathcliff is black. Heathcliff is an outcast, and at one point in the novel is described as a “lascar,” and repeatedly as a “gypsy,” though his ethnicity is never clear. Directors have generally been content to portray Heathcliff as dark haired, in contrast to the blond Lintons, the family into which Catherine eventually marries and towards which Heathcliff harbors an enduring hatred. In casting black actors for the role, first Solomon Glave as the young Heathcliff, and subsequently James Howson, Arnold clearly has a point to make about racial discrimination (the discrimination in the novel is class based), but this in itself doesn’t really take the material anywhere new.
What is effective and interesting is the portrayal of Heathcliff as a victim. Rather than some kind of elemental wild thing, Arnold makes Heathcliff more a passive figure whose acts of cruelty are ultimately as small-minded and vicious as the ill treatment he receives from those around him. This departure seems to open up the story to new interpretations. Glave’s demeanor of aggrieved insolence works well as a counterpoint to Catherine’s teasing sense of her own sexual power, and the two build up an interesting dynamic. This is accentuated by Arnold’s cinematic technique, with regular use of choppy handheld camera, super close-ups to create almost abstract images, and seemingly random cuts to images of plants and insects of the Yorkshire moors. There are some memorable moments, such as a shot of Heathcliff sitting behind Catherine on a horse, the camera zooming in on her neck and hair: the sense of ecstatic intimacy and sensuality is strongly conveyed.