the mommy avenger

Last night, we got a sneak peek of “Wuthering Heights” and let me say this right away: this is not the version you slogged through in high school English class. And it’s definitely not the one your mom sighed over and romanticized all those years ago.

The title alone, in quotations, is your first clue. This adaptation is loosely based on Emily Brontë’s English classic and it wears that looseness unapologetically.

We walked in expecting one movie and walked out having experienced something entirely different.

The synopsis, at its core, is familiar. Cathy and Heathcliff. A love forged in shared trauma. A bond so intense it feels inescapable. But this film doesn’t try to soften that love or dress it up as noble. Instead, it forces us to sit with it. Cathy chooses a marriage she doesn’t want, leaving Heathcliff behind, and what follows is a raw, explosive unraveling of a relationship that is as intoxicating as it is destructive. Watching it play out on screen, you can’t help but debate where love ends and toxicity begins.

And that debate didn’t stop when the credits rolled.

The room buzzed afterward. Conversations overlapped. Everyone dissecting Cathy’s choices, Heathcliff’s rage, and whether their love was doomed from the start or sabotaged along the way. It was salacious, thought provoking, and strangely entrancing. The kind of movie that follows you out of the theater and into the night.

The stormy setting pulls you in immediately. Windswept landscapes, dark skies, and an almost oppressive atmosphere that mirrors the emotional chaos of the characters. But what really surprised me was the music. The more modern soundtrack gave the film a sharp, unexpected edge that I genuinely enjoyed. It brought to mind the bold, anachronistic feel of Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet back in 1996. If the music stood out to you too, here’s a fun Spotify playlist inspired by the vibe.

Visually, the film is stunning. The scenery is captivating and beautiful. The colors are rich and mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. And Margot Robbie delivers a haunting portrayal of Cathy, fully embodying the tragedy of a woman torn between expectation and desire.

That said, this movie pushes boundaries. Senses are bombarded. Emotions run high. There’s an underlying feeling that you’ve witnessed something forbidden, something a little uncomfortable, and very intentional in that discomfort. It doesn’t ask permission to go where it goes. It just goes.

If you’re looking for a tidy romance wrapped up with a bow, this isn’t it. But if you want a bold, modern interpretation that challenges what you thought you knew about Wuthering Heights, this one will keep you captivated.

You can catch it for yourself this Valentine’s Day weekend when it opens Friday. Just don’t expect roses and restraint.

^{*we were invited to facilitate a feature, all opinions are our own*}