Wuthering Heights

The ‘ick’ factor looms large!

The ‘ick’ factor looms large!

One sugared, lukewarm tea in an enamel mug & three Huntley and Palmer biscuits.

There are enough red herrings, MacGuffins and twists to give even Agatha Christie a headache...

...and the Oscar goes to Russell Crowe

...it might leave you cold

The screenplay, if you can call it that, is as splattered with f-words as it is with bullets.

A drawing room, a frowning butler….and a scone

...and the Oscar for Best Screenplay!

"A male-voice choir at Evensong and a sprinkling of coal dust"

Bing, as Apollo (Walter’s dog) steals the show with a pedigree performance. Woof!

... Two hot glances across a frozen bog would have done it

...Strap yourself in!