A boy is still a boy

He was born in 1997, so he would have been no more than 14 when he made the film. The film itself is kind of depressing and definitely harder to watch than the most recent one, but it still does some things better. Certainly it makes you feel the environment of the moors better than any film I've ever seen. Young Heathcliff and Catherine have an awkward chemistry that feels very authentic, fumbling around just short enough of a realized romance that it fits the story. And we get way more skin than we ever got from Owen Cooper, including a nude scene (though it's all in the darkness). Once the leads are both adults it's apparent that they're both chasing something that's no longer there which rings very true to the characters even though it's not as engaging as the torrid love affair portrayed in the Margot Robbie version. And thankfully Solomon Glave shows up a few more times in the second hour in several brief flashes of memory including the very brief "I am Heathcliff" scene at the very end of the credits. A frustrating adaptation but still much better than the latest one. Definitely deserves a place among other Yorkshire-based boy films like Kes. And maybe The Full Monty too even though the boy in that one isn't very central (but how many other films have boys watching guys audition to be male strippers?). Oh, and this version of Wuthering Heights includes Catherine's 7-year-old-ish nephew Hareton. Creepy kid, but when adult Heathcliff returns to Wuthering Heights he unceremoniously kicks Hareton out of his bed and takes it for himself. Couldn't help but think I'd rather have let him stay.