When Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights was published in 1847, it was not met with wide acclaim. Critics found it violent and immoral; readers struggled to reconcile its raw emotional force with Victorian sensibilities.
Yet, the poster for Emerald Fennell’s February 2026 film adaptation appears not only idyllic, but hotly romantic; like one of those 1970s Harlequin romance novels you might have found at your grandma’s house way back when.
In her annotated edition of Brontë's novel, director Fennell calls the work “too slippery, too wild, too good to distill into two hours of film." But Fennell is not the first to turn to slippery thoughts of the story's lovers Catherine and Heathcliff. The influential 1939 film version famously transformed the couple's cruelty into a tale of tragic, thwarted love. And there is, indeed, a 2011 “Wild and Wanton” edition of the book that augments the original text with spicy scenes.
This impulse to soften or eroticize Wuthering Heights stands in sharp contrast to the novel's initial reception.