Wuthering Heights - A Critique
the original “ghosting"
A how-to on how not to have relationships. Ever felt ghosted? This ups the ante. Brontë brings us the original soap opera in book form, where everyone needs a therapist and an umbrella. If you can’t finish it, watch Ralph Fiennes go mad as Heathcliff on screen: a must watch!
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Fantastic review! I must try to read it again, and perhaps I'll make a weekend out of it and watch the movie too! Congrats on runner-up. This is very well written, indeed.
Still giggling at "therapist and umbrella!" Well done and congrats!
E.K, congrats on your runner up prize and recognition. This was such a fun, clever mini critique!! 😊👏🎉🎉
"Everyone needs a therapist and an umbrella" - I love it! Congrats, EK!
Having stumbled over the early chapters, I am glad to have found a review with a practical solution. Not a Fiennes fan but now I'm intrigued and might give the movie a go. Great review and congratulations on your win.
Wonderful!!! Congratulations on the runner up win!!!❤️❤️💕
Accurate! Thank you and congrats!
I’m not big on the film from memory! Was alright. With Binoche correct. Loved you mini critique and particularly your line “ever felt ghosted?” Haha.
I love this movie. Great review
“Everyone needs a therapist” 💀💀 soooo true!
LOL I love this so much! Funny ‘cause it’s true.