‘Wuthering Heights’ is weird.
by Cora Rolfes and Audra Woehle
March 23, 2026

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Emily Brontë’s “Wuthering Heights” has captivated audiences since its publication in 1847, but the attention it drew wasn’t necessarily positive. Critics called it violent and immoral, and even Brontë’s older sister Charlotte admitted it was a “rude and strange production.” Yet, it’s this very violence, coupled with the text’s complexity, that continues to shock and fascinate readers 179 years later.
The transcendent complexity of “Wuthering Heights” is most present in its cast of complicated and morally ambiguous characters. The reader follows the Byronic Heathcliff from childhood to the grave, and this progression from young man facing racist mistreatment to an abusive villain in his own right is what lends sympathy and complexity to Heathcliff’s most heinous actions. He mistreats his wife, obsesses over Cathy, his foster-sister-turned-twin-flame, and later plots to own both Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange for his own sense of revenge. Through it all, the reader still carries the slightest hint of sympathy for him because they understand how he arrived at his worst self through a destructive, racist system.
While Heathcliff stands out as a complex character for the stark divide between his younger, more sympathetic self and the antagonist he becomes, almost every other character exists between the two paradigms. Heathcliff finds a counterpart in Cathy, who is vivacious and passionate, but also driven by social ambitions. This is realized in her marriage to Edgar Linton, heir to Thrushcross Grange, that will ultimately limit her. Her inability to choose between her two desires is what causes her decline in health and eventual death. She is never wholly sympathetic, though. She, too, wants to own Heathcliff — as the famous “I am Heathcliff” line makes abundantly clear — but also wants to maintain the security that a life with Edgar guarantees. Brontë’s attention to Cathy as a character at this point in literary history, with complicated heroes aplenty but few complex heroines to match, is especially enthralling.
It’s the characters in the second half of the book that take the faults of their parents and undo their harm. The pain the first generation of characters inflict on one another reappears in the lives of their children. Heathcliff’s son, a mirror of his abuser, is manipulative and entitled, but also desperate to marry to escape his father. Cathy’s daughter has the wild and sometimes taunting nature of her mother, but is also kind and hopeful for a better future. Hareton, the son of Heathcliff’s abuser and all too similar to the man himself, is gruff and mistreated, but kind-hearted and strong-willed. He ultimately finds a match in Cathy. These three characters are left trying to escape and remake the awful circumstances of their family situation, and they’re only able to do it through reconciliation and love for one another.
With this in mind, one considers how Brontë’s text is not necessarily lacking morality as critics once suggested. The novel ends with a sentiment familiar to us, but new then: a cycle of generational abuse broken with genuine care in the place of all-consuming obsession. Brontë achieved this with an approach original to her time that amplified her characters’ most intense qualities, both good and bad. She created a world where her figures moved as people, not as pillars of virtue, and that is what has kept “Wuthering Heights” so captivating for nearly two centuries. Emily Brontë could draw in audiences, then and now, with these complex, sometimes sympathetic and sometimes awful characters that fascinated as much as they shocked.
Now we come to Emerald Fennell, who has taken it upon herself to adapt this rich, complex and harrowing novel. She might seem like a good choice on paper. She’s devoted to this gray space in her previous work, stating in a Time interview that seeing both good and bad in her characters is essential to understanding her films. And the mixed reception her releases always garner — fans screaming in theaters, detractors screaming on X — echo some of the sentiments surrounding the initial reception of the novels she adapts.
Her films are consistently gorgeous, confident in design and presentation, characters and set pieces. But Fennell’s themes are always a bit scrambled. “Wuthering Heights” suffers from this: Cathy and Heathcliff live isolated, repressed lives, which is why in the film, they are so old when they finally start to give in to their desire. But at the same time, the opening scene of the film depicts Cathy exploring a debauched town with overt depictions of sensuality in every corner. The film seems to rely on the central characters being so isolated that they become alien, but it sacrifices this for its splashy, sexy entrance.
Another notable example of this is Fennell’s portrayal of Nelly. Although Nelly is often considered the villain of the book, Fennell doesn’t agree with that assessment. Her rendition of “Wuthering Heights” collapses the complicated framing of the novel into a simple misunderstanding orchestrated by Nelly. Instead of becoming another layer of a complex clash of dispositions and morality, Nelly is portrayed as the central gatekeeper of knowledge and authority and a direct manipulator of Cathy and Heathcliff.
This is only something she is able to become because of the pair’s shifted dynamics. In the novel, Cathy is embodied by her indiscriminate desire. Unlike in the film, her marriage to Linton is considered a love match. Yes, she loves Heathcliff, but part of the controversial and uncivilized aspects of the novel come from her mutual love for each of the men. It’s not simple, and it didn’t make sense to the audience it was written for. It’s a difficult aspect of the novel to capture in a different format. But Fennell’s movie completely obliterates this complicated, confusing and controversial love story, one where Cathy’s emotions extend in all directions, into a simplistic plot of misunderstanding swiftly followed by jealousy and suffering. Fennell’s film misrepresents Brontë and recklessly misunderstands the power of controversy.Managing Arts Editor Cora Rolfes and Opinion Columnist Audra Woehle can be reached at corolfes@umich.edu and awoehle@umich.edu, respectively.